• Let There Be Floodlights
    So let there be floodlights floating out upon the lawn to drive out the darkness from that halogen dawn now glistening on the dew— ...
  • Baby-Faced Anarchist
    But if a kid's worth could be measured in miles, spit through the engine across the threshold, most of us couldn’t break the g...
  • Hangin' Over the Traffic
    Headed out for sights and maybe a bite this hot-ass night, I met Jamie on the bridge, just hangin’ over the traffic ridge. It was ...
  • Haven Street
    This kid's street's an asylum and his asylum cell's a prison, because in kid-prison they’re fed poison and are told it’s ...
  • Runner Punk
    So there in the cricket field stands Seth stomping out his cigarette in the high grass as he passes through the blacktop school yar...