Getting Used To Business: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

When I’m trying to/
blog, she becomes all business./
I must learn to cope.

Such A Loss: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Her hands made art, wrote/
words. Now they’ve taken who she/
*was, not all she’ll be.

OR
*was and all she’d be.

My first kayak trip./
My phone breaks. No photos. Just/
like Lewis and Clark.

There are times, (mostly),
when any vantage point is/
much better than none.

Going to concerts/
solo reminds me how much/
I hate loneliness.

Have I become too/
old, at last, to want to go/
out dancing weekends?

Oh shit! They fit so/
anatomic perfect!/
I don’t want to know.

It’s awful to hear/
a groovin’ funk band but have/
no one to dance with.

How do I say this/
goodbye? I don’t want to but/
know I’m supposed to.

I read what she wrote./
I’ve dreamed one would write of me/
thusly. None have yet.