dead bits of critters
savour hot murder's flavour
holiday cookout
Coffee in stomach.
Air in lungs; if you get them
confused, it does suck.
loud brush approaches
like my lunch, it laughs of dream
we cook a person
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