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