in the house
nothing but shouting
no one is listening

the rocking chair rocks
next to the cradle
. . . no crying

late to work
reaching up to knot
the missing tie

4 a.m.
eating a Snicker's
first day of duck season

top quarter champion

top half champion

bottom quarter champion

moonlight glance
moving closer
we lose our tongues

bedroom light
our secrets
kept in darkness

Saturday morning
waking up next to her
crumpled panties

cold cement
the only call allowed
to your parents

top half champion

champion

bottom half champion

quietly
I creep down the hallway
to see the first snow

watching leaves fall
i hope my friend
doesn't see me

turn the key
open the door . . .
ah, empty dorm room

roommate gone
for the weekend
I sleep naked

top quarter champion

bottom half champion

bottom quarter champion

the wind through my hair
as I walk away
to “my place” by the tracks

cold wind blowing
through the empty playground
no child's voice heard

christmas eve
watching infomercials
with the volume turned down

coffee table
milk and cookies gone
Christmas morning