HANGING, suspended in mid air.
I feel like a bird flying into a deep
drink.
IM jolted by a spinning thought,
thats full of scrapes, and loud
muffler sounds, and spiders,
and ghost that wont shut up.
HANGING, suspended in mid
air, i learn to dance in this bipoler
madness, like a clown that wont
laugh.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maddness-dance-9173/
