DAVID GERARDINO - BUDDHAS DRUNK

COUNTERFEIT love, threads your
opiats veins, you rattle and click,
into first gear, still your room is
dark.so dark..
SLUMBERING along like a drunk
buddha, you reach out fore a bullet,
and come out with a red confetti,
this confetti is your blood.

DAVID GERARDINO

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