chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

Dead Ones - Poem by chris bowen

strecth skin over a two by four.catch cores of an open spore.pour brain fluid from a druid into a, loud container.catch the ran at rayonier if i make it clear i go dear.me? i near as near be.and jubilee aint nothin free.forget thee.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010



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