Chips like the rabbit, sort of
Sorry, but
having kids
and loving you,
chips,
is like coming late
and pulling the leg
of the nearest wild dog.
You should see him
when he snarls.
Taking a stand
Joseph of the real dangers
River of light
Dropkicked football
Convergence point of memory and desire
Conclusive proof that space-time is curved
A cloud with any pride
wouldn’t drag his ass.
He’d fly high and tight
and swift in the sun.








