chris bowen

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

Ufo's Part 3 - Poem by chris bowen

little devil.another level of symbolism in a prison of art and not fire, but disease and a little higher than earth.scream for all im worth, the teeth mercury is purring and i am slurring words.the disease is a plenty, motor grind to any.they send me a cake occassionally and say they remember me fondly.on golden pond not be me, i got to see an alien or your aint charts no more.remember me? three or four.the lore is torn by born men of another, and they discover a lover.smother the attempt.a pimp walk to a crone of a lover moans and the sewn sheets of my bed now blood red.jupiter is the cupid, fire an arrow at stupid.little blind men, a language not to understand.little hands of range, a man from planet dainge or whatever.never go, the rain is slow and they remove vertigo.par for the course is giving love to a blind i cant understand or accept.i remember they're steps.

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chris bowen

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 3, 2010

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