THERES a chain and ball, and
a rusted key, and a walking
stick that turns into a evil
king.
THERES rubber tires grabing
the ground, and candle sticks
as two head lights.
THERES a luminous smile with
a funny look, and a local man
who calls himself, a genius.
THERES a pencil sketch of the
vigin mary, and a appetite full
of happy and sad moments.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-upside-down/
