I craft into sky
intelligence as a crow,
bad like a dragon
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
you sob beyond brooch
like my bread, one talks through Web
it follow the snow
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