Tight jaw, slits for eyes, internal storms,
and a broken toy that looks like a milignant
snake.
Broken wispers, with loaded silence, slippery
walk ways, that lead into your night.
Filthy hair, knuckles that break, theres a
epidemic, or pandemic with your name on it,
and a broken toy that looks just like a
malignant snake.
Mo ko way o way koetonto, , , , , wayy ko e
tonto.....wayy koetonto.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-sets-of-feet/
