I tip-toed into a lovers blizzard,
camouflaged myself into a rose,
danced with a white candle, then
fell to the ground into a laughing
fit,
I flaped my arms as wings, used
my feet as ores, pointed to the
heavens, and the lord said, sorry
david, but this is the real deal,
not your home,
then i fell to the ground into a
laughing fit, and thought, hes right,
this isnt my home....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/laughing-fit/
