For Anne Sextan Poem by david gerardino
For Anne Sextan
BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head, struggle, focuse, before the
fat king forfeits your bed.
HOARD your laughter, give the pay
off to a saint, learn to vision, like
a artist lost at sea, .
BLACK box spinning, toiling in your
head........theres a sadness to this
game.
SO struggle,
and focuse,
then kick that fat king in the eyes,
and scream free! ! ! !
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