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Collected Secrets - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

COLLECTED secrets with rubies,
and belly-up laughs, a hero sits
with a carrot in his mouth, and
a street light in his eyes.
COLLECTED secrets with lip me
fatigue, and graffiti on his arms,
and a wild choking, swollen thing,
fighting in his hands,
and he capsizes to the floor,
and he cutz in a strait line,
and wind says f ck, lets go the
other way.

Comments about Collected Secrets by DAVID GERARDINO

  • (10/16/2006 12:40:00 AM)

    That was some mood swing, my friend! Agree with FJR.... (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/16/2006 12:34:00 AM)

    Swing Away then, my friend...'Tis dreams that make the surreal, a real work of art

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  • (10/16/2006 12:12:00 AM)

    I think this is a mood swing, , , , , , , , , , , , , , (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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