Singapore Poison Sweatout: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

As the sweat pours down/
my face, I wonder how much
poison I’m losing.
Written after a long Singapore walk at 85 degrees and 95 percent humidity at 8:40 a.m. April 24

A Man’s Hot Flash: Revolutionary Blogging Poem

Late night.
Cool desert breeze
flows
through basement
windows.

Sweat drips
down my face
as I sit
and write,
solo,
into the night.

Thought I’m grateful
for inspiration’s
lightening bolts,
I thought only
menopausal women
got
hot
flashes.