david gerardino Poems

ADRIFT, with my chaotic struggles,
i collapse into a bipoler ghetto, and
find broken strings, and dirty books,
and a friend with black smoke....
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THE repertoire of sound,
and squeky axles, a
muffled appetitite, and
a canticle of gears, and
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IM broken down,
and busted up,
and ready to land, , , try me.
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COURTNEY LOVE is playing with alice in wonderland tonight,
she has her guiter and some paper to write her blood songs,
or maybe some love songs.
AND her world goes around and around, then her body finally
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this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and
i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night,
and brokerness, and drugs that bite,
and the moon, and the moon turns into glass
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i was smoking this bipoler trip,
filling its absence with some
frankincense and dirt, i go
deep untill i hit bottom, then
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