Treasure Island

david gerardino


5TH WHEEL


EVERY thing becomes larger or smaller.
THE right becomes my left,
the left becomes my right.

AND in the middle to much rain.
AND in the middle to much fight.

EVERY thing becomes dark,
every thing becomes light.

AND in the middle to much rain.
AND in the middle to much fight.

EVERY thing shuts down,
and turnes to rust, but
the rust has a name, and
in that name, , there is POWER.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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