Hey guys, this video series features poems titled 'howling at the moon.' Watch me, goggles, earbuds, red lights, and words, turn into sheer terror! Ha ha ha! ...by the way, the text is at the bottom.
howling at the moon: in the air
I can feel the cat
awful and new
full of moon.
a world made of rusty cans
ugly bookstores and
kids with water guns.
something is in the air tonight
and it is reminiscent of a seventeen
in his parents’
howling silently with the moon