My Behavioral Muse Exposes Me: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

By exposing me,/
so I see myself, she’s my/
behavioral muse.

The Eggshell Play: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I ask for a script./
Everyone walks on eggshells./
No one likes this play.

If he were with her/
he’d grasp her fingers tightly/
and kiss her quiet.

She sits, mountain queen,/
rebirthing on her birthday./
Do hills sing happy?

There’s so many poems /
to write this morning, but I/
must use the bathroom.

If I’m a liar/
and a cheater does that make /
goodbye easier?

Some rums are yum. Some/
are dumb. You can test them by/
sticking in your thumb

Crying all night long/
makes it hard to open your/
eyes in the morning.

In her heady lust /
for independence, she left/
and was sad, alone.

OR
… she left/
alone, and was sad.

In the end, he thought,/
he always had hoped he’d helped/
them find joy and light.