chris bowen, a.k.a to wit (04 30 1969 / fernanadina a.k.a ghost town)

BEING IRISH

savannah party
with green beer and green attire
the fire inside me


SEX JEANS

the way those hips turn
makes me wanna say to you
'i would do it up'

LIPS, CUSHION

i love big lipped girls
red hair, plastic frame, the end
thoughts pretend lindsey

ALL I EVER WANT

twas the cruelest month
the butterfly's fly real high
your kiss was unique

SLAM, SLAP

slide up on it girl
you rock my world at zaxby's
at pizza hut too

RODEO

i could round up girls
rom resteraunts on the isle
that would rival stars

PLANET

your name could swirl light
and your frame could trick the gods
and your eveil spills