DAVID GERARDINO Poems

THE fevor hitz, as the
moon turns full, i cover
my eyes as i start to
fly, into the clouds, in
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st ambrose,4th century, the
end is here.
the golden age,999, the end
is here.
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THE absolute truth, from a
dumbstruk, flamboyant punk,
you have the ocean to swim
in, and anough money for all
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MY dads rage fills the house
like thick black smoke.the
windows keep the plague in,
and the doors lead to hell, his
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I built a fence around my eyes.
painted the fence black and gray,
put up a sighn, keep out.
I took a sharp knife, and cut my hands off.
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JUST a tast of that christen milk,
a glimpse of that tiny speck of
hope, hiding in the dark clouds
above.
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WHERE does this death go to,
can they hear my child tears,
dripping on this painted up
wooden casket.
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THE drooping canvas pounded
lusily in the wind.
A shaft of sun light, choked, and
strangled your wreckage, leaving
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A bag full of snakes,
A stomic full of drugs,
A dribbling monk with
a dry mouth, and a house,
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my guiter case looks like a
coffin, where wood, and
strings and half written
songs/poems, yell out,
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