Five poems by Little Tank

If I had known that my doordasher was going to have to leave the galaxy in order to pick up my Korean street chicken I would have just...

We stay on our eggs,  lest they live. That’s how we sleep  in god’s palm,  crushed into dreams, hatched to see the beauty  of our...

2024/04/04 SENSITIVITY TO ADAM'S PURE NEUROTIC MECHANISM DESTROYS COMMUNICATION DRAMATIC YET MYSTICAL, IT EXECUTES REALITY IT'S THE...

Like the way my dog just does not really exist  when I am not there