Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
sad life indicates
ten empty wok to rider
we paint one flower
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