Third Heaven Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Third Heaven
death a drifter,
a pipers tune,
a fairy tale with icy hands.
then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.
death is barren,
exhausted,
totally vacant,
a ho hum from the
floppy hats.
then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.
then life penatraits this bitch
and pumps it with brand new
air..
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