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Unnamed Prostitute - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

her drugs and anger draws her
restless smile, it is here where she
find her straight jacket, and the
openness of a wingless bird, her
drugs and anger become more like
dust, and her, the unnamed prostitute,
waiting for the drugs to do their stuff..
and her thoughts are wrapped in
linen, and her body, , empty.....just
like the bottles of pills..

Comments about Unnamed Prostitute by DAVID GERARDINO

  • Gold Star - 56,938 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (11/19/2006 4:03:00 PM)

    Poignant work, David...very glaring in poetic intensity...kike this very much...Fine Crafting, indeed......lyrically condusive as well'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, November 22, 2010

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