CHILLED, full of weight,
a putter with twin speakers,
and a elephant doing summersaults,
in your hangover dreams.
A ritual with spinning points,
and gypsies that lay down the
law, with their songs and dance.
IS this the beginning or end,
or a welfare line full of drugs,
and hangover dreams.

DAVID GERARDINO

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