a power outage
envelopes
the windowless room

resetting the breaker
a cobweb
brushes my forehead

dying campfire
the bugs
now chirping

peeling my skin
off of his
even the moon sweats

top quarter champion =

top half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

a midnight cloud
obscures the moon
and the path ahead

a starless sky
I find my way home
by memory

the crescent moon
above the tracks
and the willows

illuminated skin
the curve of your back
follows the moon

top half champion =

grand champion =

bottom half champion =

shadows suppress
the bright colors
caressing the corner

born blind,
he imagines
what the colors are like

blinded
by the blackness
of a new moon

shadows attack
as the clouds swallow
the sun

top quarter champion =

bottom half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

midnight blue
as my eyes adjust
to the night

the slave slips away
in the night
—camouflage

I see clearly
until awaken
blackness

liquid at my feet
spilt pop
in the movie theater