Bad Dreams Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Bad Dreams

Rating: 5.0


DEATH, you smoke the body
like a joint, then give the ground
our blood, mean while, the soul
finds a way to fly away, into the
night.
AND all the christens say, amen.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Simone Inez Harriman 25 March 2006

I like this one David it made me smile. A very different image.

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David Gerardino 25 March 2006

DREAMING in the A.M.

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