Two Neighborhoods. Two Sounds. Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Most neighborhoods have/
singing birds. Mine has freeway/
truck noise. Should I move?

Women Use A Lot: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

If you’re not sure she’ll/
have some, it’s always wise to/
BYOTP.

Though I messed up once,/
I still believe and will try/
eternal marriage.

Yes, I know I’m a/
dirt bag pig dog and you should/
hate me. Get in line.
OR
Yes, I know I’m a/
fiduche pig dog. To despise/
me, take a number.

She wondered if I/
didn’t go dancing from fear./
More likely, I’m bored.

My ad lib lines are/
not well rehearsed. In fact, they/
are not lines at all.

I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.

Is it mere numbers?/
Or is it more like genius,/
free and untethered?

We don’t need to be/
chastised or corrected, but/
just reconfigured.

Eyes closed, I compose./
Should I join blind poets, or/
squint myopically?