|   | chromenights |   |   1 |
|   | u see her in black raiders cap |   |   1 |
|   | shattered star |   |   2 |
|   | a knockn on my door |   |   2 |
|   | She was talking to everyone |   |   3 |
|   | LaTrice wears yellow |   |   3 |
|   | in the alcohol ward |   |   4 |
|   | careless of herself |   |   5 |
|   | Her eyes were bright |   |   5 |
|   | the usual desire |   |   6 |
|   | And now Satan comes to my home |   |   7 |
|   | better to get fukd up in hell |   |   8 |
|   | And so Satan his thoughts |   |   8 |
|   | Old woman in a dark coat |   |   9 |
|   | hecalledittheworld'sshortestpoem |   |   9 |
|   | reading poetry in a bar |   | 10 |
|   | I'm the toughest hole |   | 10 |
|   | no strike zone |   | 10 |
|   | implacable stranger |   | 11 |
|   | Too late - Poem for Lorri Jackson |   | 12 |
|   | her fury wings - Another Poem for Lorri Jackson |   | 13 |
|   | what glows up - Poem for Tom Luplow |   | 14 |
|   | when the tune runs out of gas |   | 15 |
|   | mark time |   | 15 |
|   | SOMEbodyzzzz gonna fuckn PAYYYYY |   | 16 |
|   | TRANE |   | 17 |
|   | Black horn |   | 17 |
|   | uh one |   | 18 |
|   | KARMALODICS |   | 19 |
|   | And he's |   | 20 |
|   | i saw neechuh |   | 20 |
|   | & as she drove |   | 21 |
|   | but then |   | 21 |
|   | Venus wears black gloves |   | 22 |
|   | delphic shriek |   | 22 |
|   | w/out sun or moon |   | 23 |
|   | chemical self |   | 24 |
|   | cos i knew they were doin blo |   | 24 |
|   | weeSURGgge on words over rage |   | 25 |
|   | while dave tells |   | 25 |
|   | knife cuts cold |   | 26 |
|   | everyone is talking about religion |   | 27 |
|   | we should be more than we are |   | 27 |
|   | hallways |   | 28 |
|   | If I could write a poem |   | 29 |
|   | beware |   | 30 |
|   | White noise in a black box |   | 31 |
|   | freaks in the basement |   | 31 |
|   | the tremendous collisions happen |   | 32 |
|   | made a spurious freedom |   | 33 |