Walking On Water: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I don’t fathom what/
the big deal is. I walk on/
water every year.

In Luther Burbank’s Garden: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I am not as good/
as he was, but we both loved/
gardens, so we’re kin.

Hot tub boy-men put/
soap foam beards on their faces./
They can’t grow their own.

Pink turquoise seafood/
with bright orange and red clouds:/
my phone-less sunset.

No matter where in/
the world I am, my shoes come/
off. They’s just gotsta.

Driving down Pac Coast/
One, Hendrix “All Along The/
Watchtower” rock hard.

I did send you a/
picture of my heart. That’s art./
But you don’t like it.

I was scum, full of/
deception, bad. So? Tell me/
something I don’t know.

OR
I was scum, full of /
deception. So? Now tell me/
something I don’t know.

The Italian food/
was maybe better then, ‘cuz/
we were deep in love.

She would have been my/
Garden angel, but I had/
to face pain alone.