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.
Category: Dionysus
Haiku Beast Day 29
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.
Haiku Beast Day 28
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.
Haiku Beast Day 27
This Betty definitely likes her batter bitter.
She could have served cookies to her guests.
But the ganjabread man stole all her chocolate.
Haiku Beast Day 26
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.
Haiku Beast Day 25
I’m quite over the hang of these mates.
Aged to perfection as I tumble over these weeds.
I hear my belt snap as I fall on the tracks.
Haiku Beast Day 24
This cock a doodle don’t is crazy.
All the defences mastered crumble from the strength of this Jaeger.
A hash falls as the director screams “Khat!”.
Haiku Beast Day 23
I received no vinegar for my gall.
Who do you think Joseph missed more?
Jesus the Son or God who was their Father?
Haiku Beast Day 22
I turned my cheek for her 4th slap.
That interfered with my 20-20 vision.
30 will either be dark or non-existent.
Haiku Beast Day 21
Pain, pain, pass?
She will not put a ring on his ashen filter.
Pass, pass, Johnny walked by her.
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