If I give her ‘space’,/
does it show I care, or just/
highlight indifference?

I hope you have fun
getting your nails done;
thinking through
everything you wanted to;
pondering the setting sun.

My dad (did I mention he and my Grandpa George were at the Ice Bowl?) came on-line on Facebook Instant Messaging the day before the Super Bowl (Packers vs. Steelers). This is my IMprov Haiku to him. (They just had a major blizzard):
I wish I was in /
Wisconsin to watch the Green/
and Gold in packed snow.

OR
in packed bars.

I’ll wash scented sheets./
Memories, I’m sure, take much,/
longer to vanquish.

She needs another /
in her life who doesn’t care:/
One with no feelings

She thought the reason/
was because she said yes. But/
the reason was she.

It’s tough when you think/
you are a gift, but you learn/
you are a burden.

Welcome to his Wall
where accusations of “booty call”
cause him to fall
to the ground
and pound
his head
until, nearly dead,
he can’t recall
the pain of it all,
nor the withdrawal
caused by feeling small.

He wants to stall
or remove all
potential
thoughts of a booty call.

There’s always been more there.
He’s always been one who cares.

Goo-bye being said,/
some tiny dancer/
is stuck inside my head,/
but there’s no chance for her,/
or me/
to be/
her romancer,/
if she/
doesn’t answer.

Dating is only/
sucky if you don’t answer/
the romantic call.