Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  If syllables count,
shouldn't we really be writing
  in Japanese?

  drab wing laminates 
inscriptions instruct bamboo 
  inkwell smokes through me 


  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