the map is not
the territory
or so they say
but drive a pin
into a point not blue
and everyone there sees
descending from the heavens
like some silver judgment
of divine origin
a javelin as big
as a city block
entering the earth
like a rough boyfriend
with about as much foreplay
opening the ground
breaking the waterlines
and gas mains
demolishing city squares
and family picnics
and political rallies
and games of frisbee golf
and hippies making out
and dog runs (hopefully the dogs
are smart enough to run for it
suck it you hippies)
we would have to redraw the maps
and not leave the dragons in the
corners or at the edges
spread those flames and scales
across the face of the earth
but this is already the case
Words and Feathers 
I bet this would be on a weekend too. It’s never a work day.
Ha ha ha!
My, what a big javelin you have! What would the wolf say to that, I wonder?
Which wolf? The big bad one 🐺?
Yeah, whenever I visit your blog, I sometimes feel like Little Red Riding Hood 😀
Are you saying I dress like your granny?
If the dress fits…. 🙂
🐺 👗
👗 🍌
I think you mean 👗 🍆
Really? Hmm….. 😀
Send me another haiku or two when you get a chance?
You got it. You have a topic in mind?
Yay!! Anything you want… you usually come up with really unique ones. ❤
Okie dokie.
No rush. I like it when men take their time. Hahaha! Ah, it’s been one of those days… Thanks for the distraction and fun. Now back to reality.
Boo to reality.