Unless: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Unless you’ve connected/
and are sitting side-by-side,/
silence means nothing.

Pain Of Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Silence is not a/
hint. It’s not even nice. It’s/
just something hurtful.
Or
… it’s/
a hurtful nothing.

It’s great looking in/
your car’s trunk and finding an/
Elvis umbrella.

It doesn’t matter/
how good your equipment is/
if you keep it stored.

I could tell she was/
mad at me when she didn’t/
say: “Good night, Cheesehead!”

In my opinion,/
any answer is always/
much better than none.

Because I believed/
in dreams I woke up enthused,/
hoping you did, too.

OR
Because I believe/
in dreams I wake up enthused,/
and hope you do, too.

What is it like to/
wake up in the night and ask/
if you’re still dreaming?

More pink roses with/
no one to send them to, but/
looking makes me smile.

Who was that old fat/
Buddha there sitting on his/
pink porcelain chair?