I Dream In Words Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
I Dream In Words
theres a yacht on this boulvard,
and a overture pounding in my
head, theres a gypsy with a upside
down cross, and a clown to set him
strait, theres a stink in this vision,
and it smells like red, pink, and
purple flowers,
still this broken fan sounds like
some one typing, or a loud vhs,
being reround, and the tv turns
blue, and the actors smile and
play their part.
Indeed... a matured write this is, as I agree with Goldy Locks here.. good stuff & matured!
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9/22/2024 2:18:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You most certainly do, my talented friend, and this, here, once again, is yet another slice of proof to that claim...Nice Write, David! ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; FJR