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