Transfixed Poem by david gerardino

Transfixed



ADRIFT, in my bed room map,
there are ghost here, and keys
full of sweat and rust.

ADRIFT, transfixed in blue, there
are stripes here, and mirrors
that laugh and yell.

BACK off, clip on a halo..
back off, and let the fat
lady sing.

ADRIFT,
adrift,
stop.

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