Big To Me: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Yes. I was foolish./
What I did wasn’t huge, but/
it’s still big to me.

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Exercising Memories: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

What must I do to/
exercise the memories/
of past foolish acts?

Fear Falling Failing: Revolutionary IMprov Rhyming Haiku

To stand on cliffs, gaze/
at the abyss, fear falling /
is foolish failing.

OR

Stand on cliffs! Gaze at/
the abyss! To fear falling /
is foolish failing.

Xanadu Revisited With Codeine: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I lay,
room spinning,
throat choking me,
wondering what was reality
and what was dreamscape
fantasy.

I wondered if I’d become as Coleridge,
if I should take up my pen and write and write and write
of things seen in fantasy vision,
of women danced with and light cotton gauze summer dresses,
of time lost in a solitary tick of the clock,
seeming to go on forever and yet being a moment.

Or was it longer?

And as the codeine cough syrup flowed through my veins,
I felt myself elevating above the bed and spinning and turning and collapsing again down,
and wondering if I would never rise again.

But determined to rise I was.
Determined not to die and be found by my mother,
wide open I’d died,
smelly rising of flesh
when she’d come in the morning,
but instead,
sitting up,
swinging my feet down
so they once again touched solid ground,
and did not dance in the air.

I determined to find me there in the morning,
codeine free,
empty,
and willing to deeply drink not drought
but the draughts of
Springville springwater.

If this seems foolish to some,
so probably seemed Xanadu foolish then.

And will someone knock on my door?

Leaving Tracks Over Your Phone: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Now that I have left/
my tracks all over your phone,/
I just feel foolish.

Why Foolish: Romantic IMprov Free Verse

You sat through
breakfast
and lunch,
and slept,
feeling foolish.
I sat through
dinner,
and lost sleep,
wondering why.
3:59 a.m. Singapore time.

Moonlight Through Palms Foolishness: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

I’m the foolish one/
who keeps taking photos of/
moonlight through the palms.
8 p.m., Singapore

Absolute Proclamations: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Making absolute/
proclamations always makes/
me feel most foolish.

Foolishing Believing: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

I guess that I was/
selfish enough to believe/
you and what you said.

OR

I guess that I was/
foolish enough to trust what/
you said about love.