open deep with your necter anguish,
drink up your cocktails, then spit out
the lowdown, this twilight is nothing
more then a flop house, etched in black
and blue stones.
open deep with your necter anguish,
then pour youself a cocktail, and watch
as your worn out dreams, find themselfves
in your beatifull light.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/etched-in-blue/
