Drunk On Vito Poem by Antony Glaser

Drunk On Vito

All those dancers and Chancers
Faint hearts and Deacons
You can find yourself
amongst the guises of yesterday
Its all up to me
but i'm upside down
in a town of ghosts
A dusty window
and almost spiders web
Off to join the October tune
All hapless and faint
Little understanding my dream
Laughter behind sheets of rain

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