Not Missing Her Mouth: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I won’t miss her mouth./
I will miss the sounds that come/
out and inspire me.

Not Going There: Romantic Improv Haiku

I don’t want to “go /
there” because I’m enjoying/
here so much right now.

At His Judgement Bar,/
I don’t want to think or feel:
“Get me out of here!”

If I examine/
my life, change, and follow Him,
what does that look like?

Random things which make/
me happy: a profession/
of love on highways.

Driving home late night,/
I zoom ’round a round-about/
twice, fast, rockin’ “YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

When I get stood up/
on a date, I can always/
do open mic poems.

Saint Francis hoodie,/
backwards collar and a true/
Buddha belly. Pray.

I can sit/
in the Walmart/
parking lot,
top down rockin’,/
and make people happy.

Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.