Casenotes (discovered beneath subject's mattress) Rocket pack. The only thing missing from my back. We'll go up through the asbestos tiles that sprinkle sleep

Jackie side-kicked his head, causing him to fall forward. She then climbed onto his back and took the gun out of its holster. “This is for my father,” she whispered, and pulled the trigger.

Sam's marriage seems to be getting stale then his life goes up in flames. Can a woman and her daughter on the run help him believe in love again? What shade of gray are those lovely eyes?

(Performance poem) You touch that dial it makes you glassy eyed Cool waves of energy

(Performance Poem) Inside departments In smaller compartments Without expectations Limited imaginations Ain’t it all a joke Ain’t it all a joke

(performance poem) Give me some kind of space let me breathe Odd numbers count too as well you know Give me some kind of space where the sky belongs to me

The cars snap at my back wheel, buzz my heels: my muscles, hard though they have grown, no shield. The cars snap. Trapdoor spiders, they lunge in,

It wasn't a fair contest