Dallas Dealey Plaza, 9:45 p.m. : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

From the grassy knoll/
I see where x’s mark the/
spots that changed our lives.

Finding Texas Blues: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Like moths to blues flames,/
it seems I can always find /
music in Texas.

Maybe we could do/
a haiku or two as we/
mountain climb and rhyme.

She gazes eastward./
Surf, sun, sand, sea rise and fall./
Her breathing’s mirrored.

Flying with a sore /
back means I stand and become/
the restroom conductor

I called as promised./
When you didn’t answer, I/
listened to old tapes.

A borrowed Bimmer. /

A desire to leave Vegas.

It quickly adds up.

How fast it adds up.

Even in Paree/

tryin’ to look fly, I’m still /

Sounders ’til I die!

She didn’t know how /

lonely I felt whenever/

she wasn’t around.

I wonder: Does she /

know that eating ผัดไทย (Pad Thai) no /

longer delights me?