Ocean:

Ocean still…

              Never…

And every wave that crashes,

             Takes, with it, 

                                your stare…

                                            Alive

                                             upon....

                                               the crest.

                       

Glob with it:

Lob the glob,

Good god,

Don’t say that…

Glob, Glob, Glob...

Covering, the snob,

Whatever rhymes,

In the sleepless hour, sticks.

Globules upon lobules...

Upon curiosity’s hour,

The ones, made available,

When eyes, forget to shut...

One globe open to glob…

That bobs and weaves

Looking for a place to…

Stick

Glob like glue, don’t say eeww,

Just glob with it…

Summer Relief:

Pink flesh,

Sweet,

Dripping, drink…

                   Dampening summer’s heat,

Thick with humidity, collecting at my hips,

Unlike my lips,

Submerged...

                     in watermelon moment.