The Anxiety of Trash People
By Taylor Drake I will never understand how some people are afraid to announce who they are on the microphone.
The Cut Off.
By Taylor Drake A short poem about how great checking out is when it comes to toxic people. Like tearing
Heaven.
By Taylor Drake | Image provided by @SpaceLiminalBot on Twitter. This poem and others are available on the @pulpczar Instagram. Now if you don’t
Haiti
By Taylor Drake I’m just glad I got to see the ending. I was presented with the carnations in my
Circumnavigate
Taylor Drake The clouds take the shape of wave file patterns; an overnight flight to the grand white pebble beaches
Fleeting
By Taylor Drake I wrote this one with blood stained hands, where the ink begins and my own claret ends,
MF Doom Dedication.
By Taylor Drake Life is hard to look at knowing you aren’t lingering behind the scenes. Probably sipping green MD
Rappers Deserve Life
By Taylor Drake Image from Medium.com The original draft of this piece was called “Rappers Must Die”. It was about
Blame Game Remix
By Taylor Drake The band Beach Bunny released an EP called Blame Game. When I was listening to the title track on this