Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
nine male rice keel-haul
like a turtle, it seeps damp
we sleep one shovel
If syllables count,
shouldn't we really be writing
in Japanese?
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