david gerardino Poems

BETWEEN sleep and waking up,
i felt the demon playing in my
skin.
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BETWEEN sleep,
and waking up,
i felt the demon
play in my skin.
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BIG flat bed trucks, with their cold flags
snaping in the air, their eyes are full of
hate, and their hands are waiting for the
next civil war,.
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her words were rusty,
her life standing behind
old, there was artficial
chatter coming from out
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the drunk has intercourse with his booze, his old man face is flush, and his feet shuffle like a duck on the beach, the drunk looks at the ocean, funny he thinks,,,, but the acean is not enough to live on.............
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LOVE.
WE drank it,
We shot it,
We ate it,
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His mind was reeling as the shadows did thier dance.
his body became his temple as she began the dance.
the moment spent,
the lust was gone,
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JESUS is white,
jesus is black,
jesus is a stranger with wings.
JESUS is a orphan,
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death a drifter,
a pipers tune,
a fairy tale with icy hands.
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