Burn Prints Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Burn Prints
HE has this explosion in
his head, his eyes roll
back, as he tries to sing ,
TIMES up says GOD, now
pack your sh..t, and lets
move on,
HE drinks the color from
the trees, spits out the
wreckage, and falls to his
knees, times up says GOD, now
pack your sh..t, and lets
move on.
David, This is one of your best, no, your best - great! Egal...
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4/26/2024 9:33:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yep, I like this write as well. Your depiction of God, the violent turmoil enveloping the protagonist ('spits out the wreckage') - a gripping, high-impact write. Saluting you with a 10, Gina.