Parts of My Summer

Rainy days in June
Drinking Tim Horton's coffee
Planning camping trips

Ode to Woodwork

There a death knell sounds
In the middle of the wood
Sealing my soul's fate

California Time

Oh to go to sleep.
I'm on California time.
And therefore I can't.

Ode to a Trader

I love Trader Joe's.
And that's all there is to it.
Could I marry Joe?

Criticisms and Reassurances of the Sun and Bolsa Chica, Respectively

You have burned me so,
And I despise you for that,
And will forever.

I look lobster-like.
I AM the red light district.
And it's all your fault.

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O Bolsa Chica,
How you abound with small clams!
And cause me such pain.

O Bolsa Chica,
It really isn't your fault.
The sun is to blame.