It’s fine that you don’t/
trust me any more. I don’t/
trust me much, either.
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
Judge Not The Cheesehead: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Please don’t judge me for/
wearing my Cheesehead hat. I/
went to church early.
Silent Bon Voyage: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
How do I wish her/
a fond Bon Voyage! when she/
won’t let us visit?
Worth The Mud: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse
On a cloudy Friday morning
I washed my car.
On a sunny Saturday afternoon
I drove down a muddy road
and went to the beach.
Was it worth it?
Oh yeah!
Most definitely!
OR
I washed my car/
on a cloudy Friday/
and went to the beach,
down a muddy road,
on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
Was it worth it?/
Oh yeah!
Most definitely.
Feeling Again Through Frozen Feet — I’s Just Gotsta #2: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
The pain
pulses
through my peds.
I can’t remember
why I stepped/
onto the ice
and snow,
then
into the gently flowing
melted
river.
Was it to prove 
that I could do it?
Was it a memory
of polar bear dips past?
Was it a beach,
and I’s just gotsta?
Or was it just/
to experience the shock
of being able/
to feel
again?
Ice Shards Complete My Soul: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Ice shards pierce my soles,/
but my soul feels even more/
complete thus unshod.
My Outside Temple: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My other temple/
is a place where she and I/
have gone together
Or
My other temple/
is a place where she and I/
worshiped together.
Children’s Beach Laughter: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Kids playing on a/
winter beach doesn’t sound much/
diff’rent than summer.
OR
Kids playing on a/
winter beach sounds no diff’rent/
than in the summer.
Loverboy Mockery: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Lament
When she calls me/
“Loverboy”,/
but she doesn’t call me/
for hours
and days
and weeks
and months on end,
isn’t she/
just making/
a mockery/
of me?
Choices Of Being In Nature: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Rant
The silence /
of my peaceful lakeshore beach walk/
is shattered/
by the roar of their
unmufflered
ATV machine.
Why should I deny them/
their pleasure?/
Because it ain’t natural./
It just ain’t natural.