LUST, restoration,
weight, exhausted,
by a pregnant thought,
CEMETERIES, in a
mental hospital, each
one filled with lonlyness,
and hard drugs.
CACOPHONY, fills your
head with laughter,
your hands, hit all the
right chords, still you find
your self in the middle,
waiting for some thing,
any thing, good to break
thrue.AMEN
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-in-the-middle/
