flying flocks travel in flight, <br /> another faulkner puts down <br /> his shovel, and writes, writes <br /> and writes. <br /> spare me the out cry, <br /> spare me the empty familiar, <br /> spare me the muddled spirits, <br /> and write your own words <br /> with your own blood. <br /> flying flocks travel in flight, <br /> sextan turns up with her friend <br /> plath, and they both write, write, <br /> and write with their own blood. <br /> spare me the out cry, <br /> spare me the empty familiar, <br /> spare me these muddled spirits, <br /> and write with your own blood. <br /> Flying flocks travel in flight, and <br /> a poem explodes in this poets mind, <br /> and i write, and write, and write, <br /> and on this white paper, my blood.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-explodes-in-this-poets-mind/
