DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

Fugue State - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

SELFHELPERS with house plants,
internal dialogues in a state of flux,
,
a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends.

MUFFLED and blunt it hits the spot,
still your internal dialogues are in
a state of flux,

a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends, and all the self
helpers turn the wolf, into a abstract
painting,

a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends.


Comments about Fugue State by DAVID GERARDINO

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (1/13/2007 11:50:00 PM)

    And one with any real sense of inventive connection has to marvel at a piece of work, such as this, or else their left-halve thinking is inexistant...And we must pity that...FJR (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010


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