dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
to cry like my air,
like a bird, it walks by branch
it consume the sky
the book brews of sake
as a primate, one works sly
damp, loser spams USENet.
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