Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  I deem into sky 
intelligence as my meal, 
  purple like my lunch.

  dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
  holiday cookout

  backyard is a swamp 
rust permeates our basement
   wish i had a ditch

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