HOARD your laughter, settle in this
skin, let the moment spill it self,
like the gutters in your brain, switch
that close up, like a traumatized ape,
draw your pictures of a man, in a
house, with a broken down wife.
i am on FITZROY ROAD and i see them clear and bright...great read...10 for you...nalini
long live fitz...for the fitz iz back! GLAD TO SEE THE SAGA UNRETIRED& PERHAPS RE-VAMPED? ! GOOD DEAL, DAVID'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, This one seems sad, I feel bad for the women. She should boot him out. Take care good poem.