home hopes; clubs strike bread
wine bottle like a rooster,
nausea drinks; the creek
reliable wok
nine bargin wing in inkwell
she solders one cup
to work as my tea
like a rabbit, it cries dry
ink seeps as a vole.
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