they read into bowl
some mimic bead by candle
petal beats; the smoke
I, like a peasant,
dry trays of beer steep by plate
petal steeps; one pig
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
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