My children all have/
their own pain, but today they/
helped take away mine.
Category Archives: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poetry
The Meaning Of Space: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Giving someone space/
just means they leave and then you/
find out who you are.
OR
discover yourself.
Misplaced Advertising: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Why would radio/
play “Cat’s in the Cradle” song/
to honor fathers?
How’s That Beam In Your Eye? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Living in Utah/
means everyone asks: “Where is/
your white shirt and tie?”
Feeling Bad At Dinner Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
Am I the only/
man who drowns his sorrows in/
root beer and cheddar?
Are You Sleeping? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
“Are you still sleeping?”/
my Mom called to me. Alas:/
“I’m not anymore!”
I Cried At Her Compliment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
She said seeing me/
with butterflies and mountains/
recalled Patch Adams.
Appreciating Dead Trees At Sunset: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
How many people/
applaud trees silhouetted/
against the sunset?
Spanish Waves: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Three Spanish women/
walking on the strand, time waves/
captured forever.
Getting A Farmer’s Tan: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When you drive *in a/
ragtop in the sun, you’ll get/
a nice farmer’s tan.
OR
*with your top down