Weirdly Surreal Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Weirdly Surreal
TIME is always shifting, like
quicksand i say, first to the
center, then the left, then right,
then laughter spits out from the
sky, leaving this moment full of
dirt, rust, and the sounds of blue, and white
butterflies, still, life finds the power
to kick and bite, and stand on two
big feet.
DAVID....I NEED TO KNOW IF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH THESE GROUPS, AS YOUR WRITING IS SO IN STEP EITH A POSSIBLE INFLUENCE............ King Crimson; Crash Test Dummies: Mahogany Rush: Camel; Yes(older pieces) GREAT WRITE, SIR DREAMLYRIC''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
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5/10/2024 1:39:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time... you have said the truth.... good read.