Picasso’s View, Waking: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

She lay* close to my/
view. I finally understood/
what Picasso saw.

OR
*slept

Silent Stairway To Nowhere: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Decades of feet ran/
up these old ghost town stairs, which/
now just lead nowhere.

“While there’s life, there is hope.” STEPHEN HAWKING, People’s Daily Online, Jun. 14, 2006

Even when there is/
no life, there is life, and so/
there is always hope.

Do you ever ask/
You: “What should I be doing?”/
What is the answer?

My straw hat got crushed/
on accident, but now it/
looks very natty.

As I drove by, I/
waved at the whitefaced cow. She/
watched and wagged her ear.

Why not run? Why not/
Run? Why Not run? WHY not RUN?/
WHY NOT RUN?!? Why not?

The most important/
Game of the year and one huge/
Fan doesn’t care much.

The cold and rain gives way/
to early morning fog and mist./
The Arizona desert in Phoenix/
is not supposed to be like this./

I’ll always revel in something different.

When you spend your day/
in awe and hero worship,/
you write nothing new.