Ready Or Not: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

It is hard to feel/
Soooo ready, and then be told/
That you are sooooo not.

I Love Old Buttermilk: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I love buttermilk./
When it’s five months old, use it/
for fluffy omelets.

I was once called a/
“beautiful man”. Now I’m a/
mem’ry, and am still.

… Now just a/
mem’ry, I am still.

About live po’try:
When you perform improv poems,
nothing gets written.

About improv poems:
When you perform live po’try,
nothing’s written down.

Silk lake reflects me./
Full moon peaks through gauzed cloud wisps./
We both gaze alone.

Say: I feel GREAT! A/
mirrored memory from long/
ago, it still works!

I’ll wait to wake you./
The moon’s setting in the West./
I wish you were, too.

Her eyes are soft. Like /
butterfly’s wings, they have that /
effect on my soul.

There is a long, black/
landing strip. I watch her land,/
anticipating.

Surrendering to/
“come what may” means nothing much/
creative appears