Getting Out To Get Out: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Sometimes you just need/
to get out to discover/
you need to get out.

My Words Grow From Your Silence: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Lament

I can’t call you,/
text you,/
or write you,/
so I compose/
dozens/
of poems/
about you./

That has to/
suffice/
when I don’t hear/
from you.

My brain’s gone into /
hyperdrive mode. I can’t stop/
thinking about *you.

*her.

I once stood at a/
fork in the road and You asked:/
“Y?”. Now it’s my turn.

She won’t call, so I/
can’t invite her to the ball/
I was going to.

Don’t think me silly/
or not caring. Sometimes I/
must laugh through the pain.

How can I stay glad/
and positive when my girl/
hurts with such deep pain?

For my daughter I/
wish it was “Yesterday Once/
More”, and tomorrow.

When we guide our kids/
as they learn to walk, we don’t/
criticize their falls.

“Comfortably Numb” is/
not just drug- or booze-induced./
Starving feels that way.