first snow
walking home with
wet socks 

her tongue
and her snowflakes
illuminated by streetlights

no leaves
the wind
is silent

damp leaves
a tree branch clouded
in a witch's touch

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

feather pillow
an empty room at home
my neck hurts

“try not to sleep”
i say . . .
dozing off

in the darkness
of my mind . . .
I see stars

in so much dark
there's nothing
and you

TOP half champion

CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

patient poem . . .
how morning fog
clings to the grass

autumn breeze
we walk
through memories

the violin
cries for forgiveness
echoing our plea

the worn pages
of the thoughts
I forgot about

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

after dark
pulling up her hoodie
to look like less of a target

green hoodie
spares her of undergarment
and insecurities

trying to write
haiku, but it's
super smash bros time

in the emptiness
of space
I still hear noise