Retaliate against my own galleys’ plate. Speak my own street, isolate in sleets. My reach, only to open […]
Mike Madigan
Only 54 minutes left in poetry prison. Deciding if I want to leave or not. In glass, ’07 […]
Pictures, of Little Kerouac, back in hands mine. Now, able to write freely, well as live. Time left […]
Disappear for some where’s outed mess. How to do so, singularly, not sure. 28 Hours left in this […]