Haiku

Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  the ghod hacks of ink 
six fasten home to soil 
  chopstick smokes; a past

  brush buries present 
ephemeral gods approach 
  it berate the cloud

  few tall hopes berun 
particle like a turkey 
  he creates the king

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