The Pain Of Photography: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

After the pain of/
arctic blasts, hot boiled shrimp smells/
and feels delicious.

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Multi-Sensory I-15 Topless Evening Drive: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

Top down, I smell
skunk,
swamp gas,
fresh-mown hay,
manure,
meatpacking plants,
PIZZA!,
peach orchards with over-ripe fruit,
pine,
diesel,
desert dust,
rain showers,
the lake,
a steakhouse,
and barbecue.
It’s a multi-sensory I-15 drive.

Sunday Morning Topless Olfactory Fantasy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Freshly-mown hay and/
the marsh’s stench: Can morning/
smell any better?

Your Christmas Gift, Part 2: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Read
my words.
Hear
my voice.
Remember
feelings
I wove
through your life
with thoughts,
touch,
smell,
sound,
taste,
and every
sensory
perception
possible.

Count the bubbles.
Feel the goo.
Recall how
you were lifted,
elevated,
made to feel
and laugh
again.

You’re gone:
Out of touch.
Out of reach.
But not out of mind.

So, this Christmas,
all I can give you
is what I gave you.
I only ask
that you
remember.

Brave About A Mouse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There was a smelly/
dead mouse in the house. I said:/
“I’m brave!” Then I puked.