I put together a chapbook a while ago with some of my poems from p1k3, some of CarolAnn's work, and a scattering of other things. You can buy it on paper, download the source code, or just download a PDF.
and let's be honest
parking ticket lady,
goddamn would it still
feel good to say `fuck you'
and then slash the tires on
your little fucking buggy,
and smash the windows into so many
little crystal pieces on the
ground (like hail, or fresh
sleet) and, in some world
where you are not the apparatus
of the authority and the bloody
cutting edges that move just below
the collective delusion that this society
gives a good god damn
to care nothing at all.