Land Lubber Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

cement wall and flowers.redact her hour.the power to use the force.front porch more than just a being.seeing how i never knew why people lie, i moved to poems.life goes on without me.i dont play a part, when life starts gonna fill my cart.the infinite no-man.love land of land timers.love the rhymer.siamese or other cat, we walk tall and be that.we are the brothers of sisters mother.we shook another and for god sake, feed us cake.