Get Your Own Please! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Four toothbrushes. One,/
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?

Good Or Bad Writing: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

The question isn’t/
if writing’s good or bad, but/
if it feeds your soul.

There was a canoe,/
empty, at sunset, waiting/
for you two, and beer.
(photo (c) by Michael Affolter, 2016)

When you wear thrift store/
high-waters, it’s good to have/
Albert Einstein socks.

You may teach a man/
to fish, but if he won’t go/
where they swim, he’ll starve.

What would it take to/
be the man with her weekends/
and for forever?

While waiting for her /
to maybe call,/
I hope she’s as pure/
as those who have no gall.

She’s playing with me,/
but I don’t mind./
For a good woman like rubies/
is usually hard to find.

Of course her name/
could belie her personality./
Maybe it’s just a game./
Maybe she’s just BSing me.

Only by waiting her out will I ever discover/
beyond any doubt if she’d be a purifying lover.

In the woods of a/
friend, an unknown wildflower/
gives me wonderment.

Planting apple trees,/
pounding in fence posts, tired, I’m/
sure* I’m no farmer.
*glad

If you often go/
into the woods, you’ll witness/
the season’s first blooms.