Wine Dance [Senryū]

the poet's wild dance
spills not a drop of wine,
but for down the throat.

Phantasm Avenue [Free Verse]

Bleary-eyed drunks
 stagger down the street;
Eyes drawn to
 orbs of color,
Looking up,
 the lanterns become
  planets.
Spinning spheres of
 vertiginousness
  that send tipsy chappies
   face first into terra firma.