Wipe slice slice slice turn
Slice slice slice, inhale, exhale
Shhhhuk, crunch mmmm... The Zen
Of Slicing Watermelon

蚤

They seek your warm spots
Leave kiss marks for you to find
Make you itch for more.
Silently they come and go,
Unfaithful lovers;
Nuzzle close, nibble gently,
Then leave you for another.

They mate in the air
Serene, then suddenly: SPLAT!
Ah, lovebug season.

The air is so still
No sound except the plip plop
Of sweat from my nose

Eating and driving
Easy unless it is fruit
Plum juice everywhere

Now I remember
My reason for fleeing North:
Humidity sucks.

鳳梨

Fresh diced pineapple
Canned shipped juiced sent overseas
So simple and sweet
Bright labels hide the sharp cut
Edges of can and
Edges of plow the salty
Sweat that drips runs pours
Edges of borders
That keep you in working for
My simple and sweet
How many plants does it take
To fill your one day
And my one can is the taste
Enough to make this
Worth the sweat to bring one can
To one mouth am I
Worth the sweat to keep making
That fruit your whole life
I taste your sweat in this piece
Still seems so simple and sweet

果物

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Firm flesh yields to my
Sinking teeth, tongue lapping up
The red running juice
I smack my lips for more
Ah, the sweet taste of summer.


With a knife I strip
Your spiny scales to reveal
The ripe flesh within
If it weren't for your core,
I would eat your body whole.


Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand
Will you be angry at me
If I pucker at your flesh?


Exotic brown skin
So petite and firm, easy
To hold in my hand,
Your soft fur stands between us.
Here, let me help you
Shed your tropical sable;
Now naked, a bite?
Just one tiny nibble?  Oh!
You sting, I pucker.

白

The blossoms which fall
Look today like white ashes
Beautiful remnants
Of a soon past disaster
From what volcano came Spring?

Before it's over
Will you share a dance with me?
Our shadows are one

In the setting sun
Even pebbles have shadows
As the light recedes
The smallest become giants
If only in reflections

You give me a kiss
But will not bring me flowers
What am I to you?

花が降る　　　　　　  hana ga furu
天気は涼しい　　　　tenki wa suzushii
意味は何だ?　　　　 imi wa nan da?

Commercialism
Meets activism: FREE TIBET
WITH EVERY ORDER

moment of crisis:
crap. "this is not your H Drive"
that paper is gone.

if i was alone
would i be more care free care
less of a person?

Hum low and hold me
Disregarding consequence
Throw it to the wind

What we do not see
She lies alone, stroking her
Black and tangled hair

The shuddering bus
Delineates safe passage
From point A to B

Florida's unique
Car alarm mockingbirds: HONK
WeeAANH brrrBEEP!