COUNTERFEIT love, threads your <br />opiats veins, you rattle and click, <br />into first gear, still your room is <br />dark.so dark.. <br />SLUMBERING along like a drunk <br />buddha, you reach out fore a bullet, <br />and come out with a red confetti, <br />this confetti is your blood.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buddhas-drunk/
