HE has this explosion in
his head, his eyes roll
back, as he tries to sing ,
TIMES up says GOD, now
pack your sh..t, and lets
move on,
HE drinks the color from
the trees, spits out the
wreckage, and falls to his
knees, times up says GOD, now
pack your sh..t, and lets
move on.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burn-prints/
