Just For Fun: Romantic Email Poem

Just for fun I delved/
into past on-line po’try./
You fin’ly got one.

Blonde-Made Caprese’ : Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming IMbic Haiku

I’d say caprese’/
should eas’ly trump blondes all day./
But I would be wrong.

The lines of man bridge/
ancient geographic gaps, but/
can’t block the full moon.

We are creators.
Our own destiny awaits.
Give up density.

How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?

Rehearsals don’t work./
Your real life’s audition and/
audience await.

My hand’s void of pen./
I walk Inspiration’s beach./
Who’ll be my muse-scribe?

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

Getting off rackets/
starts your new life of freedom./
You’re the Creator.

People love rackets./
Why? They strangle and destroy!/
Get off it and live.