Discounting the thrill,/
I still need, By The Way, your/
ETA Tuesday.jun 7 1145am

I think every guy/
should have groovy super-fly/
neckwear like my tie.

The poet/
and the pessimist/
-though neither would know it-/
could not co-exist./

His words started to bother/
so he turned to another/
where he could/
be understood.

Do I miss thee?/
Actually?/
I pine for thee/
tremendously!/

Dost thou miss me/
equally?/

Dost thou ponder on me/
tenderly/
nightly,/
as I do thee,/
2woo and delight thee?

Snoring as I do./
Thunderous waves crashing near./
Which want you to hear?

Inebriated./
You: On laughs, wine, beer. Me? you./
My hangover’s worse.

OR
Inebriated./
You: On Sambuca. Me? you./
My hangover’s worse.

At a MashedPotatoe.org and Gasworks Gallery function recently, we were invited to “sketch”. I’m a terrible artist, so I sketched a Haiku instead, then wrote a friend about the experience.

Here’s the Haiku and photo, and the followup ConTEXTing poem:
Impression is mmm/
weighs heavily on the me/
that sees poetry.

Done./
Fun./
Wrote a haiku/
at the sketch stu-/
dio/
donchano?

Reciprocation/
is no option, just a chore./
(Don’t ask any more.)

I see the six-hour/
flower guy, and wonder why/
he should try so hard.