GHOST and mermaids, <br />sailing in my head, <br />laughter fills my cup, as <br />i lay in this cold bed. <br />THE clock ticks, and <br />ticks away, then i fall <br />asleep, and wake to a <br />mourning of flowers, and <br />a stiff worm drink.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-up/
