Lsd, , , , , , , , , , , , , , Poem by david gerardino

Lsd, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,



YOUR kettle goes off,
but its a false disaster,
a flickering little smoke
and a light sitting at the
craters edge.
smitten,
bemused,
despoiled,
and standing behind a
shadow, , , a peasant king.

Thursday, August 11, 2011
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