eight loud crowds impart
drab molecules talk near ink
it beeat one gweep
backyard is a swamp
rust permeates our basement
wish i had a ditch
six red apes attack
ten prepare bead by soil
soil calls in me
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