How Hot Is Texas? An Old Joke – Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Texas is so hot/
I watched two trees get in a/
fight over a dog.

Finding Texas Blues: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Like moths to blues flames,/
it seems I can always find /
music in Texas.

Maybe we could do/
a haiku or two as we/
mountain climb and rhyme.

Speak no more in absolutes,
but simply be more resolute:
We both made mistakes,
yet we have what it takes
to, in the future, be more astute.

She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.

Flying with a sore /
back means I stand and become/
the restroom conductor

A borrowed Bimmer. /

A desire to leave Vegas.

It quickly adds up.

How fast it adds up.

Even in Paree/

tryin’ to look fly, I’m still /

Sounders ’til I die!

I face the sunrise. /

As mists float o’er hazy fields, /

dew becomes do dreams.

False accusations /

help me fathom the pain of/

McCarthyism.