bead steps; pike eats shit
like my lunch, it loves from path
it crafts as my dirt.
I, like a bunny
drab wine bottles sleep by skunk
dream ebbs as my air
the home brews by past
artificial keys prepare
he ingests the fear
Reload this page for more haiku, or paint the mental picture
for thirty (30) minutes.
From here, you could zip over to
my main gweep page.
Cheers,
Joe Provo