FLAT, finished, still and stiff,
lazy and jumbled from your
beatifull gift, generous echos
from your panic and ko, yes
this is your map, and your
heart, the stars....
LOFTY and running this
stuff into a wall, waiting for
a commentary, from the one
called ko, or is that GOD, and
a epic is a epic, and the lliad
a song, and were all looking
for a hero in the beaty of love.
FLAT and finished, not a bad
trick.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-fitzroy-ballad/
