A haiku can be cold
Asbestos mist creates rust
Krokodil flowers bloom
In the sidewalks ceramic dust
Intravenous rituals-
Round here we mainline dreams
A grateful strain of negress
To overcome earnt despondency
Fallen leaves and pigeons
Mill outside the lapidary club
Gas station smiles reflect
On a rose in a glass
Clinking against a cygnet ring stub
Stacy tastes like acetate
She smokes crack and masturbates
Swirling perfume samples on her wrist
She lifted from David Jones-oh smell this!
Me I'm just happy to hang around
I put my legs on the wall upsidedown
And feel the warmth
In my forehead vein
Love is nice
Especially for the insane.