LUST, restoration, <br />weight, exhausted, <br />by a pregnant thought, <br />CEMETERIES, in a <br />mental hospital, each <br />one filled with lonlyness, <br />and hard drugs. <br />CACOPHONY, fills your <br /> head with laughter, <br />your hands, hit all the <br />right chords, still you find <br />your self in the middle, <br />waiting for some thing, <br />any thing, good to break <br />thrue.AMEN<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-in-the-middle/
