sleepy as my wine
lotus flower like my dirt
soil deems; the monk
miraculous wok
plate of air as a primate,
laughter gweeps of me
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo