How Bright the Southern California Sun

How bright the southern Califonia sun
Does fall upon the hills and on the shore,
And yet it's golden glory is outdone-
My love, upon arising, dazzles more!
Oh Angel City bathed in summer light
As cloudless morning stretches into day,
No gilded rooftop can you claim so bright
With all your jewelbox splendor on display.
My love throws open her veranda door,
And gazing at her radiance I know
A second dawn more wondrous than before
As bare feet touch the tiled patio.
Her face, a lovely visage crowned with gold,
Is greater joy than sunrise to behold!


Anita, You're the Hippest Chick in Town (Sixties Sonnet)

Anita,you're the hippest chick in town
Your karma makes me want to twist and shout
In truth whenever you are sitting down
The clothes you wear girl, really knock me out
I know it isn't very hip to stare,
Yet still I can't control my wanton eyes...
They cannot help but sneak a peek up where
Your mini-skirt rides up your supple thighs
A virgo sun and (wow) a cancer moon!
Vibrations that are really out of sight
While grooving on a Jimi Hendrix tune,
Or smoking marijuana late at night
I wish that you would take some LSD
And "do your thing" between the sheets with me.


I languished In a Supermarket Aisle (Spam Sonnet)

I languished in a super-market aisle
Rubber thongs upon my bunioned feet
When to my careworn face there crept a smile,
As I beheld my favorite processed meat
No longer did the locked wheel of my cart
Nor lack of Seagram's Seven Crown dismay
And lo, I felt despondency depart
as on those tins, florescent light did play
The frying pan upon my hot plate's glow
Would lend it's sizzling fragrance to the air
And I would watch the Jerry Springer Show
And know at last some respite from despair
For prone to melancholy though I am,
Happiness, to me thy name is Spam


The Pear That hangs Upon the Bending Bough

The pear that hangs upon the bending bough
With blush of scarlet on it's rounded cheek
Attains as summer turns to early fall,
A luscious sweetness at it's perfect peak.
In ripening the pear's allure is such
No other produce of the tree excels;
So full and firm, yet yielding to the touch,
As narrow waist to rounded bottom swells.
Pray what did your creator have in mind
Oh, most voluptuous of fruits that be?
Exquisite shape so lovingly design'd,
What, in all the world, inspired thee?
Is there a form in heav'n  or earth so fair?
Surely it be my love's derriere.


Sparrows

I spied two cheery sparrows in the grass
Enjoying breakfast out upon the lawn,
They chirped, and flitted in the dewey dawn.
I could not help but smile, yet alas,
As I watched them through the window glass,
As one, they took to wing and both were gone.
I mused about those birds until anon
A measure of my loneliness did pass;
For now I live this life apart from thee,
But when this mortal flesh the earth receives,
Though heav'n be mine for all eternity,
If sparrows for a season we could be,
And share a nest of twigs beneath the eaves,
This would be paradise enough for me.