My new book has just arrived in the world. It's full of all sorts of poems and mind-shards for you to fun around with. I wish I could give everyone cigars, but I don't have everyone's address. So, to share the joy, git yourself a copy!
An Italian-American Spaceman Foresees His Death:
Smashing against ashen walls, alone in space,/
Weirdly wired, mind warping/
Through the void, veering over/
The vapid edge of madness, mumbling aloud,/
"Per aspera ad astra, you young asshole./
It’s a rough road to the stars, Rotando."