Category: Haiku

I’m leaving now.

Losing pages of my heat scorched passport.

I remember the worst of times, the Ballantines.

Words of an old wise monk.

Be wary of the man who rides a white horse.

He hits harder than the law, son.

Abe sinned  like all other men.

He hatched a plan behind her hazel eyes.

Cain, you tell my brother’s reefer?

I’m engaged in a psychedelic war.

A lewd sip double they called it.

My double edged roll is now blunt.

It’s 4:21, blazed it and got got.

Enjoying the ecstasy at Newport.

Puff, puff, passed out.

This last lighting up won’t last the trip.

Becoming the Lordy Vordy of this car.

The phoenix rises, a basilisk needle stuck on its wing.

Benson peered over her Hedge the day she was born.

Marred borrowing of human rights started then.

The Rocket touched down as she mooned his Rooster.

His walk, his gait, proved he was her Super Match.

The Absolut power of her raspberry lips drew him in.

Her Merlot voice was the last thing he heard.

Blows off her Lucky Strike.

Whispers in the ear of her Shisha sister.

He hears the word “bigger” as he sips his Lager.

Closed eyes as I show the three ladies how to lay the pipe.

Mary, Jane and Molly are not so new at this.

They beat me off at Dre’s; all ten of them.