charlotte knights

you're not going to heaven

down the driveway

skulls eat apples

hallowed are hills

stepping on graves

three grave onlookers

they probably couldn't swim

a sad man's parade

she and her flowers

reaching toward the star

the inevitable fate of floating, after never learning to swim

not an allegory, just a group of slightly normal people

a bleu sunday

the weight of rouge

deep in thought; louder than the ocean

somewhere flying among the birds

charge it to the game

she teased spring, as summer looked so beautiful on her

plagued by good news

home isn't somewhere i can run to

momentos

six-legged parlay

missing someone

mauby

i gave up

i'll be waiting by the dial-tone

i owe everyone except the beast

proof that it still haunts

gone southpaw

an insatiable hunger

sunday's drink tray