IM squezzed into this empty box, <br />engulfed by some restless <br />thoughts, and reading a language <br />that only the bipoler peaple can <br />hear. <br />FIRST its white, <br />then its green, <br />then the apostles start to scream, <br />turn on the lights, <br />turn on the lights, <br />turn on the lights, and watch the <br />shadows slip away.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-empty-box/
