thou art
more fair     than a red apple
beneath the legs
      of an enormous fly

      thou art more
fragrant than
fresh     blacktop on a
hot summer's day

thou
art more free
      than a      penguin flying
a spaceship with fun bumperstickers

waken thou with me

          Summerlight sunflight—
     singsonging songbirds singing,
winging blue heaven.

Mom says
I'm an inchworm,
but when I grow up
I'm gonna be a f
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     Hawk on a streetlight
taking a poor man's shower
          in the summer rain.

Short daddy-longlegs
          crawling up the empty wall,
     how's the wife and kids?

My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming in a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.

The crow in the tree
    is actually
a black trash bag.

Squeaky bike brakes
      sound like chirping
September crickets.

The bug on the sidewalk
     casts a long shadow:
September sunshine.

I open the front door:
     a fly I didn't know
about flies out.

A fruit fly flies over:
     There's enough apple
          for us both.

          Dead, stepped-on cricket
under bright fluorescent lights
     between bathroom doors.

        ^         ^
       My kitty
        cat's an                                        
           imp
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    purrrrrrfect
  little dainty fat                    
    little lady cat                                                         .
       who uses                                                                  s
         her litter box while wearing her white sock