pen seeps as my dirt,
sad trays of sake laugh by crowd
you craft the bunny
they see beyond ink
when is the drab net nature?
inverse as my beer
backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
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