Clean Is A Relative Thing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Carp slime and bird poop/
and sand in lake water still/
make me feel cleaner.

There Is No Room For Heavenly Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetic Lament

Cleaning house
in service
for those who can’t
or won’t,
I play an old tape.

Hell yeah!
It’s Mahalia
Jackson,
Sleep in Heavenly Peace.

I can’t contain
the torrent of tears
as I clean
even more earnestly
because that’s all I can do now.
Now that I’ve left.
Now that I’ve ripped
lives apart.

This used to be
my city,
my town,
my house,
my family,
my life.

This music brought joy
down the stairs.
I have tapes.
I have videos.

This used to be everything
I lived for.
But now,
I’m cleaning the living room,
and
there is no room.

World-Class Recyler: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haikus

World-Class Recyler

Her kitchen isn’t/
cluttered. She’s just a world-class/
plastic recycler.

AND

… And Wear Your Cheesehead!

Do you want to clean/
your hoarder friend’s kitchen? Wait/
for da Badgers game.

Thinking Of The Cleaner: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

When you have much to/
cleanse in your life, it’s hard to/
think of He who cleans.

I Love To See The Temple – Part 2: Revolutionary Improv Primary Song Redo

I love to see the Temple./
I’m going back some day./
I used to love to go there/
but then I lost my way./
But the Temple is a holy place/
that I will not defile./
I’ll go back there when I am clean,/
*though it may take a while!
OR
*it’s taken quite a while!
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If you want to hear me sing the song (in improv format) as it happened, go to this link on YouTube