DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

Seeing The Edges, Of Dad. - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

ROAMING free, in a spell bound
dream, there are snakes here,
dangerous snakes, and the isolation,
of a drunken king, one man grapples,
another crys, another throws himself,
into the wicked night.
ROAMING free, into the devels arms,
theres are drugs to make you like him,
and drugs to stop your heart,
there are snakes here, dangerous snakes,
and the isolation of a drunked king.


Comments about Seeing The Edges, Of Dad. by DAVID GERARDINO

  • Rookie Wanda Swim Strunk (10/3/2005 5:57:00 PM)

    I think this is your best yet. I like the lyrical style of it. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (10/3/2005 5:54:00 PM)

    IT'S GREAT MATE, A DEEP READ WITH A EDGE LIKE A SWORD
    REGARDS ALLAN (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kelly Allen Vinal (10/3/2005 5:38:00 PM)

    Goodness, this is powerful. Loved the last part best: -) (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2005



[Hata Bildir]