cloud gweeps like my tea,
like a yak, it cries by thread
he drinks like my sake.
dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
they flow above creek
wet cups of sake steep of bed
they sleep a mountain
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