CLOSE this dark,
with your words,
kill those demans,
with the drugs you
snort, walk it off, into
the woods, then piss
it away, like a struggling
poet,
and oscar wilde finally gets
a pencil,
and emily bronte dies on the
moor,
and woolfs takes the rocks
out of her pockets, and finds
a room of her own,
close this dark,
with your words,
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oscar-wilde-finally-gets-a-pencil/
