Rustic Muses Poem by chris bowen

the name of her, touch, caress my hand.the duel in early morning light.love and vexed, totally down for it.this mission, i love, i will.dont feel me in your head, your club dead already.yesterdays news is all about it, tender roni on the floor, giving up gods plans and secrets of her.the trip is i dont want to do it.few people wanna seal the right of passage like you, meaning love is floors and this one moves.chains affect the day, rogue nations fire missles at peaceful ones not once in our life, but theres nothing but panic about it.the trip is, disneys business is full felt.the well to play in is closed and rusty.