Yes, I know I’m a/
dirt bag pig dog and you should/
hate me. Get in line.
OR
Yes, I know I’m a/
fiduche pig dog. To despise/
me, take a number.
Tag Archives: ImproVerse haiku
My Words Aren't Lines: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku
My ad lib lines are/
not well rehearsed. In fact, they/
are not lines at all.
Why Trim The Shubbery? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.
Pushing 5000 Poems: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Is it mere numbers?/
Or is it more like genius,/
free and untethered?
Waiting And Hoping: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Ive done everything/
she asked me to. Now what should/
I do? Wait for her?
Go Back And Look: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
I found a poem I/
wrote her in late December./
Will she remember?
Finding Deep Meanings: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Snow on plum blossoms/
in April means something. I’m/
too tired to know what.
OR
Snow on fruit blossoms/
in Spring means something, but I’m/
too tired to know what.
Reading Women: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament
When she stands up and/
moves to another table,/
that’s a clear signal.
Who Attended The Better Class? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
He went to a class/
to be taught. She attended/
the Temple and learned.
Train Tunnel Tuba: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Flatulating deep/
within a train tunnel sounds/
like a tuba note.
OR
Flatulating in/
a train tunnel sounds like a/
long, deep tuba note.