Lonely In Bed: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When we hate going/
to bed, it’s often just a/
sign of loneliness.

Don’t Question The Sunset: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

No question from her/
was forthcoming, so I watched/
a marsh-side sunset.

Don’t sit under the/
apple tree… Because you’ll get /
covered with brown goop.

I found my Scriptures./
Now I have no more excuse,/
‘cuz that’s all it was.

Such a strange evening:/
Full moon, cow herd mooing, trucks/
moving, trains wooooooing.

It was tragic that,/
with edgy music, only/
the old and young rocked.

In the midst
of a Victorian ballroom
and punk
only a 50-something
and a 5-something
could rock it.
Why?
Or, maybe,
Y knot?

Beneath the Phantom’s/
chandelier, we created/
our own fantasy.

When artists dribble/
in corners under their work,/
is that also art?

Life IS sometimes tough./
But nuke your escape plan and/
make one to live by.