NO Facebook Vanity: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I think folks/
are interested in the/
things I do? They’re not.

Flying To The City Of New Orleans, Crying: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

As I wait to fly/
to N’awleans, my daughter’s/
note moves me to tears.

What if it’s not a/
case of being the right one,/
but of readiness?

Why’s dating so hard?/
Either you’re supposed to ask,/
or you just want to.

What would it be like/
to, at last, be the guy she/
is “kinda seeing”?

What happens when you/
have more than one calling at/
the exact same time?

Some mornings you need/
to see a million faces/
and rock dance them all.

Her “kinda seeing/
someone” means although they’ll change,/
she’ll never know me.

If intellects hold/
discussions sans responses,/
do their heads implode?

My first lake dancing/
was not with someone who I/
ever expected.