I
Seattle
rises
Like blue-gray slate from the
sound.
Melancholia.
II
Labia of love
A ripe peach to sink your
teeth
Into life itself
III
The rain falls gently.
The mountains don't sleep
alone.
And neither shall we.
IV
I love the Haiku.
It reads, "Stay cool and
don't change."
Please sign my yearbook.
V
The space station flies
Overhead out of the west.
Venus shines brighter.
VI
Did this quietly
With friends, and champagne,
and hash
Brownies and whipped cream.
VII
There were oysters and
Octopi, avocado
Dip and celery
VIII
Lotus root is fine.
Some think the moon is finer.
It has holes as well.