wet fear approaches
ephemeral beads bury
bad as a rooster
the hut runs of life
as a dragon, she floats drab
cold, a man eats junk.
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