Truthful Liars Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Truthful Liars
THE flowers explode like a cheap
watch, murdered by cancer, terror
finds its way into the eyes of
the saints, still the saints find
love, or a beatiful drawing in
some art magizine..murmurs from
the wind, laughter from this fitzroy
room, and the trick is put away,
like a flower in a book, sleep well,
says the sand man, for when you wake,
all these ghost will fly away.
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4/29/2024 12:34:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You know i have to say that with themany, many dozens of poems i've read of yours, David, you never ever cease to amaze this strange mind of mine...quite a paraxysmal of imagery a la surreal going on here...all good stuff! frank/fjr