Clumsy Thought Poem by david gerardino

Clumsy Thought



BOOZE and rusty nails,
a brutal wind, carrying
your manic smile, traffic
lights, with matching luggage,
a clumsy thought, puts you
back in your wornout strait
jacket.
DONT botch it up,
dont botch it up,
says the queen,
for tonight, even the prodigal
son gets saved.

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