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.
text:
howling at the moon: in the air
I can feel the cat
awful and new
with
a face
full of moon.
a world made of rusty cans
and
newspaper articles
and
ugly bookstores and
hip
kids with water guns.
something is in the air tonight
even
now
prowling sideward
and loose
and it is reminiscent of a seventeen
year old
in his parents’
kitchen
howling silently with the moon
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