while you sleep

i take my kids on tours of other habitats. . . worlds beyond words . . .

hidden beneath your wheels. . . averted

a shadow world full of surprise. . . and paintings

a surprising masterpiece. . . in invasive

secreted behind little doorways. . . tucked away. . . dark

right there on the right. . .  overgrown

wordless. . . wonders

pyramids of barrel beckon me. . . to stop . . . park. . . damn i want to climb

the way Belltown used to be. . . before it was torn down and rebuilt to. . . invisible. . .

wonderful. . . overgrown. . . boarded up. . .  but still

crashed. . . parked. . . forgotten winners. . . collection dust and fade. . . behind buildings

facing the rails and trails to other victories. . .

where i could step off and. . .



NE!L~