SELFHELPERS with house plants,
internal dialogues in a state of flux,
,
a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends.
MUFFLED and blunt it hits the spot,
still your internal dialogues are in
a state of flux,
a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends, and all the self
helpers turn the wolf, into a abstract
painting,
a little trite you yell,
a little trite it ends.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fugue-state/
