licking his face
the once small puppy
tastes Iraq

absentminded
folding his boxers
she wears to bed every night

a positive test—
the young girl runs
to the toilet

her red lips
not lipstick
but Kool-Aid

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

these things
cannot be certain
A toast!

drink and eat now
where will you be?
no one knows

apple smoke
fills my lungs
copper hookah bubbles

two old women
tackle the trail
oxygen tanks lagging

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

20 min til due
pshaw!
let's get a drink

happily
the drunks
scream

the iPod jams
his jams
while he's in a jam

music playing
someone thinking that
their headphones are plugged in

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

dancing
lost in the music
the rhythm flows

spilling the cup of tea
each droplet laughs
escaping far, quick

character
a product
of the walls we break

writing haiku
at the park
I nod off