Psychic Surgery

his mind is lost in the citys cracks.
his hand reaches into emptyness,
and pulls out a gun.
his smile is forced by bribes,
yet who is fooling who?
his legs travel to places that we cant go.
then out of no where, the sadness lets go
of him, and he can breath again.

by DAVID GERARDINO

Comments (1)

Your poems are very intense. I'm reading through them again. I really like your writing. Mary