Oregon Pacific

Come morning tide up the wayside,

By whales and wharfs and dunes I glide,

I slide by rock, mount, bridge and bay.

I wave, I roar, I leap, I pour,

With briny tongues lap up the shore,

Through cliff, cape, chasm find a way.

I shape the shell and wash Thor's Well,

Entrance the lighthouse clientele,

And arches, churns and punchbowls spray.

And as the beach I sweep to reach,

I catch Ponsler's pebbles in speech,

Or stumps and wrecks rue their birthday.

All Deck on Hands

Call a spade a rake never;
A gainful club must meet.
Diamonds may be forever,
But hearts will cease to beat.

Yoke abacus to alphabet:
Ten-J-Q-Joker-Ace.
Then cast your silver in the bet,
And keep a poker face.

asdf␣ ␣jkl;

THUMB through the telephone INDEX,
                                look up a plumber.

(Think of a five digit number.)

MIDDLE of the night,
        give him a RING.

(Is it a glove of ice? 
A bee quintet's sting?)

                                                                  Whisper:
"Mighty vitamins in LITTLE leeks: they fix you."

(Or is it seven-seven-eight-six-two?)