Snuffaluffagus Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Snuffaluffagus



dust bothers me chest.kicked up by cuss words, words already heard.another anthology drips blood.my poems collect hoods.my books sit there and seeth.yesterday, you reprieve.a brother he dont marry me.i carry the junebug and huma bar, a managable car or a dollar or two.let me love you.somebody do.

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chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

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fernanadina a.k.a ghost town
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