FEEBLE lights, <br />circling past, <br />seeing eye dogs, <br />that map out your <br />fight. <br />STRIPPED paint, <br />scarecrow smile, <br />and a limping pony <br />with to many miles. <br />AND the poet sings, <br />and the poet sings, <br />and the poet learns <br />to dance, in his dream.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prick-that-soul/
