White Tacks In The Mouth Poem by chris bowen

White Tacks In The Mouth



scrawl.all the blood will fall.to knaw on skin that happens to surrond the heart.do my part to tear you in scars.feel the heart move under my groove.allen ginsberg, how do you do? the method is madness and i gotta have this.to starve in a yard cut by the red republican gaurd.me a mar to the system.when i write they list 'em.jack the ripper kissed 'em, and he didnt even know, this poem do justice, edgar allen poe.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
chris bowen

chris bowen

fernandina beach, fl
Close
Error Success