Torn Jeans, Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Torn Jeans,
DEATH, you pervert the body
with stink, you fill these cemeteries,
with my family and friends.
YOU reach out for the body, not the
soul.
YOU become a comedian when the
moon shows up.
YOU teach that every thing or one,
has one last phone call.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
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