Normal Love Sleep Patterns: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She’s trying to get/
back to a normal pattern/
of sleep. Where is love?

2 Paths Diverging: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I came around a/
corner in the woods and saw/
two paths diverging.

Making snow angels/
won’t ease the pain when you slip/
and fall on lake ice.

When snow fall covers/
the back woods, walk with your aunt./
Don’t wish for lovers.

The thought of sharing/
sacred space can become too/
overpowering.

A few miles away/
is a woman I’d walk-talk/
with under the moon.

Amidst the ice, snow/
and cold, someone left me a/
heart. I wonder who?

He’d always grown both/
daisies and roses, but he/
liked wildflowers best.

Of course I waited/
at the country/
county crossroads.

Who wants to get hit/
by a tanker truck/
full of shit?

When I invite you
to listen to
the flash of brilliance
and the crash of thunder
from my words,
I do not ask
for edits,
or opinion,
or help.

I simply
invite you to join me,
standing on the dock,
watching the storm approach
and roll
and form.

I ask you to dance
on the wind with me,
no matter what
your movements may be,
no matter what
my jam may look like.

But please don’t tell me
to do a Demi plié
when I want
to play air guitar.