CHILLED, full of weight, <br />a putter with twin speakers, <br />and a elephant doing summersaults, <br />in your hangover dreams. <br />A ritual with spinning points, <br />and gypsies that lay down the <br />law, with their songs and dance. <br />IS this the beginning or end, <br />or a welfare line full of drugs, <br />and hangover dreams.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hangover-dreams/
