Do Stand-Up After Getting Stood Up: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When I get stood up/
on a date, I can always/
do open mic poems.

I’m Dressed Religiously: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Saint Francis hoodie,/
backwards collar and a true/
Buddha belly. Pray.

I can sit/
in the Walmart/
parking lot,
top down rockin’,/
and make people happy.

Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.

Some might see, smiling,/
a thumbnail moon, but I see/
a black empty hole.

I gazed past the legs/
of Don Quixote to hear/
Messiah’s surprise.

I tried to type a/
gracious red dress compliment./
My jaw hit the keys.

The small-town graveyard/
is the last distillery,/
creating spirits.

OR
The cemetery/
is our last distillery,
refining spirits.

She asks me: What will/
your verse be? Answer: It’s new./
I write it daily.

It’s fine that you don’t/
trust me any more. I don’t/
trust me much, either.