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