A BLOG OF POEMS: THE WRITE HEMISPHERE
CURRENT-SEA WAVE OF POETRY
He gripped the rubber coolant band
And sipped from his well-stained coffee
cupThe wounds on his back/bottom were
Roaring red like a severe sunstroke but
this was below the skin he sat upright
behind his blacked-out curtains.
Allergic to the sun, his bedsores
began to calm with the coolant crème
put on by the caregivers who called
four times a day, he felt his wounds
were leathered.tethered he thought in
Art-music-poetry.
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