david gerardino

Copper Clocks... - Poem by david gerardino

copper clocks belching, miniature cities filled with white smoke, tattoes painted every where, and a slum lord waiting to sell his dope.big shiny cars yelling and sreaming as a child hides in this heat, a man pulls out a gun and points it at me and you, then a cop pulls his gun out, and just like that, , , , , , , , , , , , this moment ends only to begine the next day...

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  • (6/22/2012 2:14:00 PM)

    Did you ever see the film, Ground Hog Day? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012

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