No Life Rehersals: Revolutionary Email Haiku

Rehearsals don’t work./
Your real life’s audition and/
audience await.

Walking The Beach So Low: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

My hand’s void of pen./
I walk Inspiration’s beach./
Who’ll be my muse-scribe?

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

Getting off rackets/
starts your new life of freedom./
You’re the Creator.

People love rackets./
Why? They strangle and destroy!/
Get off it and live.

Don’t puke powerful/
possibilities. Instead,/
share love with others.

Shrink, scared, in your life./
Create, thus, your biggest risk:/
You will do nothing.

Parking my ragtop/
under cottonwoods creates/
a blizzard inside.

I sent you
a late-night haiku,
and, this morning,
what did you do?

Walked to your desk.
That’s really best:
Stay calm and inert.
Don’t try to flirt.

When starting out,
leave room for doubt
instead of imagining
some grand beginning.

Be practical! It’s only then
you’ll avoid disapointment again.

The danger of long/
email romances is that/
words easily woo.