Of Jessica #2: Revolutionary IMprov Napkin Haiku

The English major/
in me says: “Since when did you/
need our permission?”

Dance Like Everyone’s Watching: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

I sing and dance like/
folks are watching ‘cuz it lets/
them sing and dance, too.
— A haiku from the I-15 topless dancer.

Vulnerable Open: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She stood,
arms outstretched,
lungs deep breathing,
gasping for air,
to pull back into her
the truths revealed,
that he’d somehow
yanked from her,
opening her up
and examining every
hidden
part,
without her tacit permission. /

And yet she welcomed it,
yearned for the understanding that/
incredible insight gave,
begged to know/
even as she was known,
and understood,
and covered,
and buttoned up,
like a trenchcoat
she’d once wore,
and only she knew
what was underneath,
or wasn’t.

And she wondered/
who/
and how/
and if/
she’d ever let/
someone /
again/
unbutton it/
and her.

And she knew/
that some day,/
some time,/
the London Fog/
would lift, /
and sun /
would shine/
again,
back-back-back-back,
deep in
the center field/
of her heart,
and she’d again/
get to run home.

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Getting Permission To Be Who I Am (RIP Robin #3) : Revolutionary Rhyming IMproVerse Haiku

His passing is hard/
because he somehow gave me*/
permission to be.

OR

*us

It’s Advice, NOT Permission: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“Have fun!” is advice./
I can’t give permission for/
Rights that are your own.
Or
Rights you always own.
OR
Rights already owned.