COLD abtractions,
whistling birds,
a room full of
possibilitys, and
a heart turned to
stone.
FRAIL words,
flaming fish,
pale waters,
and a compass,
pointing towards
east or west.
BOOM, says man,
boom, says friend,
boom, says me,
boom, untill we all
get it right.
COLD abtractions,
COLD abtractions,
and a child that
leads.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-a-heart-of-stone01/
