Dead Ones Poem by chris bowen

Dead Ones



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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chris bowen

chris bowen

fernandina beach, fl
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