Saturday morning

Cool breeze floods my room. Comfy.

Damn it! Got to pee

Why do aliens

like to anal probe humans?

What are they learning?

Rock glass with one cube

Two fingers of good bourbon

Sip, relax, repeat

My Earl Grey goes cold

The smell of bacon lingers

The dishes pile up

In bivouacs tied

Soldiers' dreams of battles fought

Viewed from far beyond

people disappoint

one mustn't ask much of them

we all are clueless

Forest losing leaves

spring, like roots, borrowed under

winter in winter

If your dog could talk

They know your secrets. Uh Oh!

Quick, delete browser!

Sun bleaches my hair

Melanoma my reward

My pink burnt skin stings!

Aloe vera cools

I look like a blood blister

Don't touch me it hurts!