Sap flows freely from/
my fingers, like trees’ lifeblood/
surging in springtime.
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
My Organized Closet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Ive organized my/
closet by color and clothes/
type. What’s wrong with me?
Hip Surgery: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
The mother of my/
children will benefit from/
prayers … and casseroles.
Chastising Christian Eric: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet
Oh Christian Eric, thou poor fool./
Rox Lisa wants to make you drool,/
while I, Cy, sit and dream of her,/
Mine is but a dream deferred.
For she somehow has chosen you/
to stir your magic verbal stew./
While my attentions are ignored/
And get discarded out her door.
And that’s where I don’t understand/
how I, a kind, romantic man,/
can be cast off as a verbal suitor./
Are you that much younger and cuter?
If only I had half the chance/
As you to pursue her in romance!
What A Waste: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It doesn’t matter/
how good your equipment is/
if you keep it stored.
Too Tired For Wit: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Limerick
I want to be inspired./
Alas! I feel too tired./
This work’s sapped my wit./
I should be done with it! /
My creativity has expired.