Ninety Seven Poems by Terribly Tiny Tales
Of a park bench and a prescription. And a toothbrush in a mug. It's got half-lit cigarettes and broken geysers. And a cute apartment in Prague. There's a fortune cookie, some pigeons in cages and stars tumbling from the sky. There's the usual traffic, a digital wristwatch and a violin from Uncle James.
We can go on, but you'd rather see for yourself.