Drinking Mothers Milk Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

Drinking Mothers Milk

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Blunt was this hard-core abandoned
spectacle, shiney was this toy, you
look up and see dark clouds crying,
and spitting their mothers milk.
Hung over was this confusion, screwed
up was this fist, for its weak with a lost
of words, and a stronge grip.
And we crawl into his belly,
like a thunderous applause,
and we fumble with that
gideon bible, looking for
some thing, any thing to save
this dark and sad night.
Blunt was this hard-core abandoned
spectacle, now its tired, and needs
some sleep.

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