win

5 guys, my team, got me this far, and the other
4 deserve this shot just as much as I do. A
3 wins the game. I got
2 guys crowding me yelling in my ear, and I only have
1 shot at this.
0.

by: Kevin

lose

ball. ball. ball. ball.
slide, outside foot first.
then, inside foot second.
bend my legs, deep.
ball. ball. ball. ball.
don't stand, damn it.
sit with no chair.
trace the ball, deeper.
ball. ball. ball. HELP.
don't look, not now.
walk towards the bench.
bury it there, deepest.

my monster

i named him.
he looks like
my shadow's
shadow.
he is invisible.
he looks
like this:

devil lived

behind the lid
of a lad
name lyle
lived a vile
albeit little
creature who
loved to smile

devil lied

forlorn
the figure
of little lyle
scratched his horn
poised his pistol
pointed
focused on
a clone profile
as if anointed
all the while

devil died

but lyle hadn't
lied
to say the least
the devil
was surpised
by the bit
of bullet
flying towards
his eye

church

i like to watch the
constellations shine on the
wood pew near her feet.

the chair

consider a chair for a moment.
betwixt each second, exists another
and betwixt each of the latter
exists a multitude of chairs
each unique from the last
by no more than a fraction
of a percent of an atom.
their legs fill my mind
like the tentacles of the leviathan.
o, i need to sit! because i am a chair.