a collection of my poems fingerprints condominium board - toast drip coffee rain war drums what ink cost still a boy my stumbling feet wolves midnight philosophy hungover directors cut coughing truth easy words windmill my amusement blankets rising green temptress wings Dec. 8 January 1st, 11:59 AM the Angel and the Dog it seems, always meet me here a story some things never change I can see waiting for march it’s a cruel world, sometimes. drag but, still… naked fractals sinful rise sleeping cat loose set rolling tears forget words gas station washroom stalls autumn marlboro breathe - influences -