stick sucks like my air,
miraculous coffeepots
lichen gweeps from me
smoky like my rice,
some keel-haul creek in soil
haiku rides; one past
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
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