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.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bipoler-ghetto/
