with her gnomic voise,
she speaks a suiside
language.
with her process of
reduction, she settles
all scores and bets.

and if you listen well,
you can see her fly away
on her brand new 5 speed
broom, headed, , to the big
fat moon.

still, being exiled from this
world simply hurts, and their
gossip makes me feel used
and cheap.

with her gnomic voise,
she says, fu ck you.

DAVID GERARDINO

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/infancy-of-madness/