Poetry for the non-believer
Your mouth is a warm thing
The land that wraps around you
Pretty little disaster you
Poetry in the passenger seat
I left you and my best heels on the concrete
It is a beautiful thing to need
The sex appeal of tall buildings
Neil thinks that art and mental illness are the very same thing
If only you let your ribs sing
My mother asks if you know God
Home is those Saturday cobbles
The portrait seller on fifth
Cold hard hands and all the ones that didn't stay
Another poem for a culture I am not
On claiming things that are not ours
"A literary revenge is the most humiliating of all punishments"
The way you are a hallelujah
On how i decide which of us is to become the poem
When they ask about Venice Beach
Depression is a park bench
The night we would have been badass if we weren't just singing Abba in a parking lot
