swiming in mood swings

absence of self

absence of self

I was smoking this bipoler trip,
filling its absence with some
frankincense , and dirt,i go
deep,untill i hit bottom, then
i get real brave and strip this
snakeskin off,so this is where
the stink was coming from,
so this is where sadness hangs
out,how sad i think ,that this
place i some times call home.

Poetry by david gerardino
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Written on 2006-12-15 at 21:48

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Just keep exposing it to air and it will get better. I love the title David and the imagery is quite appropriate and will find many an identification with it concept. Smiling at you, Tai