our love
printed in the shore—
tide-stolen footmaps

looking back
train tracks
          how Tumblr am I?

dust motes
spinning in the light
inhale exhale

two tires
then four
feathers flutter in the air

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

falling slowly
down the radio station
static

music playing
louder louder LOUDER
lost focus

my face against
the brown table
. . . drool

midnight conversations
phones buzzing
is there more to life

TOP half champion

CHAMPION

BOTTOM half champion

Chicago-style hot dog—
weapon of choice
a food fight

wishing he could
fly                         man
with 2 canes

moonlight
trees whispering
owls hoot

tentacles and spikes
a monster
with spiraling eyes

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

stone walls high
chipmunks leap from the edge
to branches safety

relax and float
into a new world
don't let limits rise

today
             might be
                 the
                           only day

the three toddlers
turn into lions
for one night only