chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Rookie (04 30 1969 / fernanadina a.k.a ghost town)

Grover Street - Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

i fish for trout in a pond filled with bobbing severed heads.if i were to have a stronger pole, i might try to land one, and snack on it after cane pole made only of bamboo could not pull in a head so waterlogged.i guess ill forget my frog dance and maybe eat later.probaly at the hatchery.

this poem is my glance after being influenced by russel edson

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008

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