A Tourist In My Dreams Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
A Tourist In My Dreams
WIDE awake in dream land, im
equiped with my cunning art
words, first there is fire,
then ice, then a smile called
vote for me, or give it up to
the lord.
WIDE awake in dream land,
throwing my fishing line in,
dulled and shaken and hostile,
waiting for the big bang,
thats right, the big bang.
WIDE awake in dream land,
preacher man hands me these
keys, fill out the last line
with your x, then watch, as the
sun light fades.
DAVID...LIKE THIS A LOT...''WIDE AWAKE IN DREAMLAND''...WISH I HAD THOUGHT OF THAT...NICE TIGHT CRAFT....10 FIR YIR WAKIN' DREAMS '''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
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4/25/2024 9:08:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wide awake in dream-land, sounds to me like a poets normal day LOL This is great, something very revealing in its content Love Duncan X