Meditate upon the meaning of this...

  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.

Joe Provo