(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
307. you do? 6/10/2008
308. you know, i really like edson prose though 2/9/2008
309. your like my word 8/19/2007

tatum

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.

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