where i leave my poems to rot
i have more poems than this ... just haven't been bothered to put them on here yet
an autopsy of a man still living
fireworks: a guide to appreciating explosions while still sounding sane
generations of a liar
god's voicemail
goodbyes forgotten on highways
late night at the corner shop
letting dead dogs lie
my mother sends messages to herself
poor craftmanship
roadkill
the (boy's) locker room
the bullets i carry // chicken scratches
the temple of a man who plays god
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