I Love Old Buttermilk: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

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

Still Beautiful Man: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

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

… Now just a/
mem’ry, I am still.

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

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
What’s the attraction?

I’m learning to be./
Alone, independent. Me./
I don’t get the draw.

I have long said: “Just/
a few minutes!” and not come/
back. Now I get it.

You Interested?/
If so, be there. Don’t just say/
so, then not show up.

I’ve learned I’m groovy./
But even groovy guys can/
get their feelings hurt.

Why do we often/
fear anticipation of/
potential brilliance?

I will have to be/
amazing to attract your /
own amazingness.

Not that they even/
care, but there are people in/
my prayers constantly.