DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

Bipoler , Seat Belts - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

ONCE again im walking into a storm,
we have our coats on, and in our
empty dirty hands, tiny white pills.
ONCE again i craw into this bathroom,
and find stink, and a shadow with a
smile, or a saint with a knife.
MY eyes, abandone this light,
my body, snaps to attention,
my mind, waltzes into this bipoler
mode, and just like that, , i fly.


Comments about Bipoler , Seat Belts by DAVID GERARDINO

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (5/17/2006 3:59:00 PM)


    DAVID...GOOD USE OF IMAGERY...GRAPHIC, BUT IN A TASTEFULL VEIN(10) !

    ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
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  • (5/8/2006 4:14:00 PM)


    A sad condition that takes up too much of life, a profound write here David, though heart-breaking, love Duncan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006



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