Hospital Drive Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s 16°./
Got a smiley thumb-nail moon./
Runnin’ down a dream.

Mind-Numbing Cold Poet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I want to write more/
poems but she’s late again and/
I’m cold and ticked off.

Maybe my empty/
potter’s bowl will help warm and/
fill empty stomachs.

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.

Crushed ice. James Taylor./
Jack and Diane. Cruel mem’ries/
in a cold Flagstaff.

Blood drains from my face. /
My hands turn cold and clammy./
Your silence scares me.

Late cold rainy Spring./
It’s my first drive through a green/
Southwest Idaho.