chris bowen, a.k.a to wit (04 30 1969 / fernanadina a.k.a ghost town)
Poems of chris bowen, a.k.a to wit
|301.||willow pond trail||7/2/2008|
|302.||world according to garp?||6/23/2008|
|303.||yep i did||1/18/2008|
|304.||yo baby, yes||1/19/2008|
|305.||you and me||9/17/2007|
|306.||you can lick the back of them legally||2/9/2008|
|308.||you know, i really like edson prose though||2/9/2008|
|309.||your like my word||8/19/2007|
laid in plaid i had, like fourty times said i love you.kill graph? make me laugh and curse you
purses are more like intent.bent on destruction i function to vent.
rent be paid and de guys be laid and i can cure the scent.
whats dat smell but oh, holy hell
and i live to pimp.
roy rogers was cannon fodder to us
and i left the jip.
get my kicks on and rex and ricks and then i get my sip.to tip.