I like you this much:/
tonight’s barbeque, concert/
and dance have no draw.

Drop green jealousy./
Change it to a nice chartreuse,/
Like Wisconsin cheese.

Dear Utah Drivers:
The sunrise is grey.
The sunset is grey.
The clouds are grey.
The sky is grey.
The sidewalks are grey.
The streets are grey.
The melting snow is grey.
The landscape is grey.
The rain is grey.
The sound barriers are grey.
Your dirty car is grey.
Your clean car is silver/grey.

You are not saving energy,
nor protecting your battery,
nor sparing electricity,
by driving with your car lights off!

In uns’re Leben/
mussen wir manchmal warten/
fuer’s was wichtig ist.

Translation:
Within our lifetime,/
sometimes we are forced to wait/
for what’s important.

I’m glad you were so/
impacted last night. Dreaming/
it lasts past sleeping.

I memorize verse./
Her voicemail sounds like Shakespeare./
I’ll call her again.

You speak her beauty./
Does she still argue? Say ‘Not me’?/
She needs a spanking.

The first text relieves./
I always think: “How are you?”/
It answers questions.

I’m not out of bed./
A half dozen poems are penned./
Done? It’s a good start!