I Am Stuff Poem by david gerardino

I Am Stuff



three sided mirrors black as pitch, weekend syndromes with a freudian grip, a constant friction, a gawking fit, a bric-and brac of words that do nothing but, flinch/pinch and brac, , , , , , , , ,

Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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