Men who are lettered carp about rules, but I like Haiku unfettered.
Fly buzzes, tongue flicks, frog is hungry, frog is quick, tongue connects, fly sticks
A little turkey? Stuffing? Stuffing? Stuffing? Stuffed! Those Thanksgiving Blues.
The fisherman snores - neatly skewered bait becomes shish kebab for fish.
Wilderness preserve: concrete geese, ceramic frogs, plastic flamingos.
Picnic in the woods – food is good, ants are bad and yellowjackets worse.
Warm wife in warm bed greets husband bold with feet cold - a scream in the night!
Koyaanisqatsi* - dung beetles overwhelmed by humans and their pets!
Heroes stalk villains while painting the town; BANG! SPLAT! - Men and boys - same toys.
Pretty weather. Cool! Almost (not quite) as nice as pretty women. Hot!
Four squad cars race by with sirens screaming, leaving me to wonder why.
Orange peel scraped clean, lemon crushed to pulp and seeds - bittersweet fight scene
Written 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright