Please do not love me.
Life is short, and I will leave
your heart in limbo.

The risen Christ shops
drugstores and supermarkets
stocked with heathen hares.

If you see something,
say something, say anything.
Do not ignore it.

Do me a favor,
you charging torrents of rain:
pick a direction.

The bluest of ties
against the bluest of shirts;
professionalism.

Families from plain
states, towns, and cities carry
the loudest luggage.

On your return trip,
examine wooden signposts
from the other side.

Recognize warnings.
Obvious olfactory
offenses loom large.

Why, at four o’clock,
in the afternoon, no less,
does my mind grog up?

Chocolate scents waft
through the thick factory walls,
tempting passersby.