Facing My Fear: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

I face
and embrace
my fear.

It’s being a motivator,
not a regulator
nor intimidator.

For in staring fear down
I find
I don’t drown.
I open my mind.

Rapid Change: Romantic IMprov Poetry

I am enamored/
of you now. Thus, my world is/
changing rapidly.

In Nature, change must /
happen slow, to give wings strength./
Aren’t we beyond that?

OR
We are beyond that.

Please cancel any/
reservations about us./
Make fantasy trips.

Green IM buttons/
let me know you haven’t done/
the Unthinkable.

Update 7/7/2011 — 3 p.m.
The buttons are gone./
Like seafoam bubbles popping,/
I don’t understand.

So much joy to share./
Music, dancing, happiness./
No one to share it.

Tangerined brie skin./
Sunny skies. Afro-cubeists./
Seattle zoo kewl.

When you care, sometimes/
you must shut up, lean against /
a lone wall, and wait.

Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.

Waking to a bed/
that’s empty is hard. Waking/
empty is much worse.