Bipoler -Ghetto Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Bipoler -Ghetto

Rating: 5.0


BIG pink spiders with many eyes,
her legs fall on me as i settle
in this dream-like skin.
THE cavalry charges as i open up
these doors, it takes courage the
jester says, to live in this bipoler
ghetto world.
THE candle flickers as the voices
do their job, the fugititive runs
right back in this, bipoler ghetto
world.
AND all the peaple say, turn out
the lights and get some rest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allan James Saywell 16 April 2006

My nightmares will become more exciting after reading this poem i see many pink and polka dot spiders in my nightmares Elvis

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Emma Johnson 16 April 2006

A fascinating depiction. Susie.

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