learning to love
druged with calm
IN the middle of the night, im
druged with calm, i find durable
ecstasy from my doors or walls.
THIS place is sober, i think.
THIS place is guiet, i think.
THIS place is home, until all the
ghost decide to awake, .
WHERE to, says the door.
WHERE to, says the window.
WHERE to, says the poet.
WHERE to, says the moon,
DAVID GERARDINO
Poetry by david gerardino
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Written on 2006-11-15 at 06:00
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druged with calm
druged with calm
IN the middle of the night, im
druged with calm, i find durable
ecstasy from my doors or walls.
THIS place is sober, i think.
THIS place is guiet, i think.
THIS place is home, until all the
ghost decide to awake, .
WHERE to, says the door.
WHERE to, says the window.
WHERE to, says the poet.
WHERE to, says the moon,
DAVID GERARDINO
Poetry by david gerardino
Read 420 times
Written on 2006-11-15 at 06:00
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