death songs, dying

artifacts on the third floor

assumed continuity of self (and all things)

a bout

a bit of blood on day 31

pilot gas, Ed Ruscha

what a star is

noise

never in the same place

forward motion

an esoteric entertainer

the fraction of a percent retained

world of hurt

minutes, days pass

to channel happenstance

tooo much

of feeling

mail on tuesday

in betweens

seeing television