Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  I flow around pen 
molecular existence 
  shovel paints by me

  dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
  holiday cookout

  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