NO Facebook Vanity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I think folks/
are interested in the/
things I do? They’re not.

Flying To The City Of New Orleans, Crying: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.

What happens when you/
have more than one calling at/
the exact same time?

Some mornings you need/
to see a million faces/
and rock dance them all.

Her “kinda seeing/
someone” means although they’ll change,/
she’ll never know me.

If intellects hold/
discussions sans responses,/
do their heads implode?

When you know yourself/
enough to know you don’t know,/
you are not confused.

I would never say/
“sorry” when change opens new/
opportunities.

When I was younger,/
I thought being alone was/
bad, but I’ve grown up.

Dear God: I ached in/
Seattle’s clouds for decades./
Show me clear night skies.