COLLECTED secrets with rubies,
and belly-up laughs, a hero sits
with a carrot in his mouth, and
a street light in his eyes.
COLLECTED secrets with lip me
fatigue, and graffiti on his arms,
and a wild choking, swollen thing,
fighting in his hands,
and he capsizes to the floor,
and he cutz in a strait line,
and wind says f ck, lets go the
other way.
DAVID GERARDINO
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