sisters ,come back
white clouds
SHE puts out her straw to the
passing white clouds, and pretends
its cocain, she whistles and staggers
and laughs at all the ghost she
sees, then cries, in front of the birds
and old trees, and waits for her
brother to take her hand, yes its
time to go home sis, but before we
go, look in this mirror, , and see what
you have become...2 years latter,
shes clean and beatifull, and drug free..
DAVID GERARDINO
Poetry by david gerardino
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 07:18
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white clouds
white clouds
SHE puts out her straw to the
passing white clouds, and pretends
its cocain, she whistles and staggers
and laughs at all the ghost she
sees, then cries, in front of the birds
and old trees, and waits for her
brother to take her hand, yes its
time to go home sis, but before we
go, look in this mirror, , and see what
you have become...2 years latter,
shes clean and beatifull, and drug free..
DAVID GERARDINO
Poetry by david gerardino
Read 612 times
Written on 2006-12-18 at 07:18
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