A Wreck: This was an experiment with Minimalism. I put all this really fine, obscure symbolism about the condition of human mortality in it, but I forgot what it was.
Sharp Scent: A long sentence.
Tired: A poem.
Snakes: yeah!!!! laser eyes!!!!!!
Lunar World: As the poet laureat of Dupont 1st West, I dedicate this poem to God, Peter, Paul, Phil, Nate, Sarah & Sarah (Bertha), and Eric. And Benjamin too.
Names for the Dark: finally finished. This one is much much better than all the others.
