Gallerias Poems - Poems about Gallerias

...The corridor is darkly invasive usurpation knows not where it steers, my nightgown caught on wildfire, ending was indubitably a flimsy inferno dreaming phantasma went up in smoke i was flying n......Read the rest...

...WHAT WOULD IT MEAN IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS TO PULL A LEVER AND THEY VOTED YOU GREATEST ARTIST EVER WHAT WOULD IT MEAN IF ONE TRAINED A GROUP OF MONKEYS TO COLLECT ART AND THEY BOUGHT ......Read the rest...