chris bowen

Rookie (04/30/1969 / fernandina beach, fl)

Perlulua - Poem by chris bowen

ram ram rail road.the night she go like a foe.toe hold, no holds barred.we are marred for the afar.the star it blinks like it licks the pink.the mink is sink the sink, go ink.tink, tink.tonk, tonk, i dont want to bonk, bonk.the phone phone rings, its the fiend from abeline.he dont want the scene to roll.he dont want to rock n roll.he dont want to fold lawn chairs in the grizzly.kill me.miss me.i aint no sissy.wizzy wizzy rock and i dont want to i know i forgot and was shocked at what i me the spot is the dead.flat tombstone.leave your ring on, i want to sing song, a right to be wrong.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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