We were born in windowpanes.The wind and rain helped us weatherThe pain of harsh awakenings.The light was dark, and pained usAs we let our demons save..
He was lying under dull light. IRan a finger under his serial number.I saw he was alive-- Or functioning.A little. He was functioningA little.But his ..
This book will be full of all of my poems in the conversations series. I'll be using it to further develop this style of surrealistic, conversationali..