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Bipoler -Ghetto - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

BIG pink spiders with many eyes,
her legs fall on me as i settle
in this dream-like skin.
THE cavalry charges as i open up
these doors, it takes courage the
jester says, to live in this bipoler
ghetto world.
THE candle flickers as the voices
do their job, the fugititive runs
right back in this, bipoler ghetto
AND all the peaple say, turn out
the lights and get some rest.

Comments about Bipoler -Ghetto by DAVID GERARDINO

  • (4/16/2006 5:19:00 PM)

    My nightmares will become more exciting after reading this poem i see many
    pink and polka dot spiders in my nightmares

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  • (4/16/2006 2:26:00 AM)

    A fascinating depiction. Susie. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006

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