William Taylor Jr.		The Piss and Sweat of All of Those Who Came Before The day is stillborn unwieldy and collapsing beneath its own weight the blue sky just something else made for other people something else we can't afford and the bus seats smell of the piss and sweat of all of those who came before on a day when you know you shouldn't drink but do what with the world always demanding we choose between life and death when we're much more inclined towards something in-between.		Our Dreams Are Just the Fog Our dreams are just the fog that drifts about the city with a grace we are denied. Let others clamor for the sun. Pour the wine, open the window to the music of the ocean and for a few hours we'll be as beautiful as the rain.