Fire Island Poem by chris bowen

Fire Island



my mind is infinitely insane.the part of the brain that degenerates the music note known as love dont exist.my mind is terrified of the fact that i sleep, eat and play in the same yard.a cage is a cage is a cage.the lower half of me is 44 years old, and i dont do numbers much.pointing out the fact, yall want to hunt but you dont want to kill.the will of art is to build a case, not divy up willy nilly dividends like poems and sex hits.parts of me are in every state when the wind blows, and a cow goes home across the moon, waving a flag, we surrender, we americans.thats not it you think, thinking americans dont lose, but you miss the total point of the thought.i got wind in the knees and it breaks my heart to cry, wind in the knees is harm to a fellow.the mello yello is dry here, been in arrears for years.spear me a gum fish just to eat, is there any gum under the dirty old mattress i sleep on? the one with no sheets? i wanna beat poet and rock star, but rocks are thrown in the air and we live on green grass.another flash from me, this is the last point, dont divvy up me with willy nilly divdends, i got depends on the C.I.A. bet.they watch? they do.so go ahead and report me US message board, they have your number.already ruined and the fight hasnt even started, thats yall.millions are dying while we stand by and launch attacks at nothing, bombing empty old infrastructure wont change iraq boys, but a pepsi might.get the light on, what do you die for? envy is love, and god above, dont beat me to the punch, i dont have any lunch money nor any place to sleep on the road.the mother of all art is, dont kiss me, risk me, the cops frisk me and i already did the thing of reports.the rose is red, and its offered.the spot on the wall is blood from an old injury, one i didnt report.now i got to go retort to the law in the air, they dont care.every envy in me is out there, i wont play the part of allen ginsberg or jim morrison, they accept men sexually, i dont, they would be more to your liking christians.

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fernandina beach, fl
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