Glass Bombs.............Oe Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Glass Bombs.............Oe
WHEN the flies hang their
hats, this love is dead.
WHEN a stitch is torned
out, this love is dead.
WHEN we blind fold our
words, this love is dead.
WHEN you become a stranger,
this love is dead.
Dear David, I marvel at this type of poem.Full effect! Pulls you in. Excellent! ......Where can we go now!
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4/27/2024 11:22:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Blindfold our words': powerful and fresh.