23 Fitzroy Road , Poison In Here Ear
Poem By DAVID GERARDINO
HE wispers poison in her ears.
SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
or a love thats been twisted, and
HE gives her flowers, and a bottle
of red wine, and a moment of hope,
just a moment, only a moment,
then he stumbles out the door.
HE wispers poison in her ears......
then brakes free.........