High-tech sunglasses
Purchase these accessories
To fool the masses

I tell her to speak;
She commands me to listen.
You: “Shut your piehole!”

Anticipating
Two flavors of fried taters
Salt and vinegar

Please give up on me
Worthy subjects need your eyes
To inspire hope

Run races with scissors.
Take risks —
Not prisoners.

Did you forget to calculate
The methodical pleasure
Of counting on hate?

Fusillade of zest
Lotus-eater’s delusions
Hideous (in jest)

I came close enough
To lick Mic’s head,
But shied away from
The dreaded feedback…

Newsmakers, relax
I dig the jive of your strut
Choreography

Divine proportions
Ratio: bust – waist – hips – thighs
Dream girl in the flesh

Tic-tac-toe strikethrough
Ogling potential housewives
Hide the ball-and-chain

Mind’s antechamber
Knock three times, steal the password
Uninvited guest

Un-pollinated
Sunflower shoos away sting
Mad wasp on my wing

Eyes-first, dove down deep
Frowned upon for dragging on
Someone needs a hug

Privacy denied
Murder by a child’s hand
Farewell, sanity

Use more elbow grease,
Old squeeze,
To box in the festering fleas.

Replenishable
They come a dime a dozen
Don Juan doesn’t mind

They dangled bangles
Of capernoited quips,
And gave the good old gals
The slip.