DAVID GERARDINO - 12: 35 A: M

i kick this storm in the balls,
then blow it out like birthday
candles,
i clench my fist and bite this
danger, then mutter some thing
odd, to a cast out stranger.

is this the cherub who made
the earth tremble, and was he
the first and the last of the
cast out strangers.

i kick this storm in the balls,
then back away, with my flash
light, and plastic gun.

DAVID GERARDINO

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