Piece Of A Jungle Poem by david gerardino

ADRIFT, with my chaotic struggles,
i collapse into a bipoler ghetto, and
find broken strings, and dirty books,
and a friend with black smoke....
ADRIFT, into the night, i fall like
a failing priest, and wait for the
free gift...................
the free gift of love........
adrift no more.........
ADRIFT, with the tigers wondering
in my head, there are pigs singing
out loud, and the sky, black or blue.
ADRIFT, no more.