Saying Goodbye Poetically: Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem

The time has come
(the walrus says)
to bid you all adieu.
As I head east
to greener pastures
I hope you find happiness, too.

Those Who Have Ears To Hear, Let Them: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

It’s perplexing when/
you know you should say “Goodbye!”/
but don’t know how to.

She knew it would be/
a tough evening. She lent him/
no support. Bye bye.

She asked why poems were/
about others, not her. They/
weren’t. This is. Goodbye.

It’s easy to squash/
men’s enamoredization./
Just criticize them.

I read where she’d sit/
if she’d come to it but she/
won’t. I feel like shit.

It’s very hard to/
call your daughter and leave her /
a “Goodbye” voice mail.

When she said goodbye,/
she said: “That was easy.” I’m/
sad it was for her.

Garden and Boston/
books will go on shelves. The sharp/
cheese I’ll save for me.

Just before goodbye,/

at long last, I finally/

watched her dance with joy.

… got to see her dance

but too late, she finally /

opened up and danced.