Down On A Thistle: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The work of man’s hands/
can be blown away quickly,/
like a thistle’s down.

The work of man’s hands/
can be buried quickly, like/
down on the thistle.

Random Highway Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Random things which make/
me happy: a profession/
of love on highways.

Driving home late night,/
I zoom ’round a round-about/
twice, fast, rockin’ “YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

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

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.

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

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.