I started our fire./
There was no smoke or backdraft./
Just light, warmth and dreams.
Posts Tagged ‘smoke’
We Like Light Late Autumn Fires: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
November 1, 2013Utah All-You-Can-Eat Food Addiction: Revolutionary Improv Haiku
August 20, 2010I went to an all-you-can-eat buffet in Utah today. It made me so sad to see (mostly women), 2 or 3 times as big as they should be, carrying 2, 3, 4 or 5 FULL plates of food back to their tables, stuffing themselves. It almost made me cry. And I’m not a skinny guy … but I was probably the 2nd smallest guy in the place! It’s amazing that a culture that places so much emphasis on avoiding “sins of the flesh” (drugs, booze, coffee, sex outside of marriage, smoking) can turn a blind eye to gluttony.
What should you do if:/
You can’t drink, smoke, do drugs, sex?/
Eat yourself to death.
Embers of the fire, dying: A revolutionary IMprov poem
February 26, 2009The dying
embers of the fire
needed a little poke
to make the flames climb higher;
to avoid the smoke
that sometimes
climbs
into our eyes
and waters them
but, as we cry,
we are cleansed.
And the fire, stirred,
roars passionately again.
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