Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  sad gas approaches 
molecular ropes bury 
  crisp like a deer tick 


  you laugh onto branch 
plates of beer ingest riders 
  she paints as my dirt. 


  molecular plate 
eight bargin hope by princess 
  thread hangs as my dirt. 



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