Rain On My Parade? So What? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

When folks get drenched to/
their cores, their souls more eas’ly /
find paths to connect.

Fantasy Limits: Romantic Haiku

When I’m insecure,/

she says not to fantasize/

’bout a crock of s***.

Does it matter much/
How I touch, as long as I/
touch much more often?

touch more than before?

Wenn ihre Kinder/
nach Hause kommen, ist es/
wieder unbekannt.

It’s a good Sabbath
when you come home from church, weep/
to “God is Awesome”.

Folks want to label/
themselves as some small group but
what if we’re just folks?

I left for Georgia./
I took my writing with me./
She really exists!

Even when love blooms/
me, poet, still carries Angst./
She blows it away.

Remember when I’d/
stand here, weep and moan about/
my dates. I won’t now!

Hey! Remember when/
I used to write napkin poems?
They won’t go away!