apnea

welcome to my soft palette symphony
led by a drunk and obstructed timpani
single uvula seeks soundly sleeping company

stetson

even the doggone tumbleweed halted mid-spin

when she swung those doors inward with her hip
i lifted a ten-gallon above by my head by its brim
and thought of absolutely nothing clever to quip

galactic

the infant hercules suckles where he should not
hera revolts; painting the night sky with her divine milk
rated R for dark matter

aviation accidents on purpose

one last taste of saki

for us cherry blossoms of the sky
the ship looms large – “Hissatsu!”