swiming in mood swings
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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absence of self
absence of selfI 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
Read 639 times
Written on 2006-12-15 at 21:48
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