Gador Poem by RIC BASTASA
Gador
Gador was left in an island
hot and bare
his mind is obsessed with the boa
with two white eggs
behind the cave where he dwells
lies the nest of the black bird
his feet do not grow
his brain smells like chloroform
he learns to love it there
and shall soon die there
only if he wills it.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
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4/24/2024 7:19:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is kinda funny cuz my real name is Gador o.o