Buddhas Drunk Poem by 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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Meghan - 28 June 2006

I think it's awesome, very strange but awesome. Meghan

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Amberlee Spurling 07 December 2005

i dont like it...please get a life and write something worth really 'writing' for! !

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