theres a yacht on this boulvard, <br />and a overture pounding in my <br />head, theres a gypsy with a upside <br />down cross, and a clown to set him <br />strait, theres a stink in this vision, <br />and it smells like red, pink, and <br />purple flowers, <br /> <br />still this broken fan sounds like <br />some one typing, or a loud vhs, <br />being reround, and the tv turns <br />blue, and the actors smile and <br />play their part.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-in-words/
