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
my mother sends messages to herself
poor craftmanship
roadkill
the (boy's) locker room
the temple of a man who plays god
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