May 2018 – The Divine Bandit™

Haiku Beast Infinity/Day 30

The cigarette in my pot made me drunk.

Still lucky it was not so hard I was drugged.

Dreamed of this kid being a king as I killed my demons.

I ran from fate as my head throbbed.

I didn’t want to go but I had to follow the smoke.

Midnight fun never put a smile on my face.

I sip death as I let my will scream freedom.

I puff away my existence in isolation.

In each parallel depression I have found less meaning.

This Betty definitely likes her batter bitter.

She could have served cookies to her guests.

But the ganjabread man stole all her chocolate.

All my life is made of crates and cases.

Legoo, annihilate the vices.

Aim for for nine lives as I reach out to the clouds.