Her Ritual+ Poem by david gerardino
Her Ritual+
the rain hits the
ground, your foot starts
to slip, the roof caves in
like a lost sunken ship.
THE carmelite nuns wash
and feed all the sinners,
and the church does nothing
but reads, and reads to
them.........
the rain hits the ground,
your feet start to slip,
your mind begines to break,
and just like that, you fall
in to this bipoler trip.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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