Mr Exorcist Poem by david gerardino
Mr Exorcist
LUST, restoration,
weight, exhausted,
by a pregnant thought,
CEMETERIEs in a
mental hospital, each
one filled with lonlyness,
and hard drugs.
CACOPHONY fills your
head with laughter,
your hands hit all the
right chords, still you find
your self in the middle,
waiting for some thing,
any thing good to break
thrue... still, this darkness gives you the finger.
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