HOARD your laughter, settle in this <br />skin, let the moment spill it self, <br />like the gutters in your brain, switch <br />that close up, like a traumatized ape, <br />draw your pictures of a man, in a <br />house, with a broken down wife.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mommas-23-fitzroy-road/
