Mommas,23 Fitzroy Road Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Mommas,23 Fitzroy Road
HOARD your laughter, settle in this
skin, let the moment spill it self,
like the gutters in your brain, switch
that close up, like a traumatized ape,
draw your pictures of a man, in a
house, with a broken down wife.
i am on FITZROY ROAD and i see them clear and bright...great read...10 for you...nalini
long live fitz...for the fitz iz back! GLAD TO SEE THE SAGA UNRETIRED& PERHAPS RE-VAMPED? ! GOOD DEAL, DAVID'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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4/24/2024 8:40:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi David, This one seems sad, I feel bad for the women. She should boot him out. Take care good poem.