Archive for August, 2009

Answering the Poet: Email Revolutionary Haiku

August 30, 2009

Your answers, though quick,
read like poetry themselves.
Waves pounding the shore.

Dumped on the I-5 from Canby: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

August 26, 2009

I5_CanbyOn I-5 from Canby/
I had 2 let her go./
It wasn’t up 2 me;/
she left long b4./
Ignoring who she was,/
what she could b,/
I missed my shot,/
got left/
on I-5 from Canby.


Non-Hearing Pain: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poetic Lament

August 24, 2009

The pain/
of not hearing from u/
is exceeded only by fear/
there’s someone new/
and the knowledge that u/
decided we are through./
All combined,/
that makes me blue.

Analysis of a Kiss Bliss: A Romantic IMprov Poem

August 22, 2009

When you understand
that a woman
is, by design,
tender and refined,

you don’t feel the need
to rush in with speed;
to plunge headlong
with drooling, forceful tongue.

Instead, you rely
on the touch of a butterfly
landing lightly on a new flower:
Then she’s in your power.

When you can feel her breath
almost begging you: “Next!”
and can taste of her sweetness
as you hold her face in caress,

is when

you can feel, and give her,
anticipated bliss:
That gentle, tender,
yet passionate, kiss.

Men With Large … : A Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 22, 2009

I hope you sleep well,
friend, and dream of men with large

Flowing Words: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 22, 2009

Words like rivulets
flow out of my fingertips
or over my lips.

Jackson Browne From My Canoe: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

August 21, 2009

Jackson Browne/
came into town!/
In my canoe/
you can hear him, too!/
Although it’s late,/
don’t hesitate!/
Starts at . . . 7.

Dreidel Turnip Goy Toy at Seattle Art Museum: A SAM Revolutionary Haiku and Video

August 20, 2009

Dredyl top spinning.
Bent turnip or phallic root,
Twisting as Goys do

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The Wine of the Proletariat: A Revolutionary IMprov Poem

August 15, 2009

She leaned back
having dined,
and whined
the wine
of the Proletariat.

“Clients!” said she
(somewhat mystically):
Can’t live with ’em;
Can’t pay the mortgage without ’em!”

murmured her friends
as they again
and quaffed
the wine
of the Proletariat.

Reading Prose in a Mirror: Revolutionary Poetry

August 9, 2009

Reading prose in a mirror
is like reading mine, only clearer.
You’re a much tighter
I recognize everything you say, in me,
yet would have said it differently.
But I like the way
you articulate
what you have to say:
It’s great!
(Ok. That was fun.
Now I’m done.)