Not My View — Train View #1: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Folks say the view from/
the train is always the same./
They don’t see my view.

Corn Fields, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, Me Surprised: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I took the Road Less/
Traveled and learned: Sandhill Cranes/
graze in fields here, too.

Footloose? Not In Utah Valley! Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It’s ironic: In/
“Footloose” land, no man (‘cept me)/
danced at Kenny’s show.

Sunday Morning Topless Olfactory Fantasy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

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

Almost Idyllic: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament

If only the roar/
of traffic wasn’t so loud/
it would be perfect.

Prepare For The Sabbath: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Saturday ev’ning,/
a unique Utah event:/
Rush on groc’ry stores

Utah All-You-Can-Eat Food Addiction: Revolutionary Improv Haiku

I 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.