Clip On Halo Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Clip On Halo
Rating: ★5.0
ADRIFT, in my bed room map,
there are ghost here, and keys
full of sweat and rust.
ADRIFT, transfixed in blue, there
are stripes here, and mirrors
that laugh and yell.
BACK off, clip on a halo..
back off, and let the fat
lady sing.
ADRIFT,
adrift,
stop.
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4/24/2024 8:35:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
DAVID...'BOUT TIME YOU JOINED TH'SHOW...NICE PIECE....BEAM ME OP 'FORE YA LOGOFF'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK