Quick Sand Poem by david gerardino

Quick Sand



SO and so's zombied -out,
adrift on his mattress,
having a cold spell you
might say, or struting his
debious light on a quick
sand night, if you see
him, or think you see him,
just give him his drugs
and let him pass you by.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: drugs
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