AH (12/21/1963 / )

The Wall

He takes the roll
and violates the wall
with a sick
peach color
rolling on and on
covering more
of the pristine wall
sitting there helpless
under his assault.
He keeps at it
with ferocious intensity
covers the wall
in a peach gown.
The distinct wall
no longer naked
an acceptable facade
like us all.

by alex haywood

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Comments (1)

Good poem, intense and what too many of us do, instead of reading the writing on it. Smiling at you, Tai