Climbed the Darn Hill.
And as I breathe out the Sweet Menthol.
She steps out of the Embassy in Aspen.
Category: Haiku
Haiku Beast Day 9
Being frisky is risky and not my wish key.
My thirst is still here despite the long island tea.
But it was handy when I met Brandy.
Haiku Beast Day 8
Cough, cough, cough, brain now Actively Fed.
Snooze, happy thoughts dammit!!
Beny watches as they lower Lin in her pink grave.
Haiku Beast Day 7
In her shark tank I did swim.
Emerged with eyes as red as an angry bull.
We engaged in coitus, interrupted by the scheming waitress.
Haiku Beast Day 6
Absolutely drunk as he tries to kill her.
The now bloodied Mary lies on her mock tale.
Gin approaches her with a tourniquet and uses it to throw her over the rocks.
Haiku Beast Day 5
The lava burns the green plateau.
He can smell it before the view.
He’s soaked in it but still unclean.
Haiku Beast Day 4
Ruffled thoughts, his eyes ain’t open.
Throbbing, not last night’s but this morning.
Breeze so cold, his hood a robbing.
Haiku Beast Day 3
I found the bottom when I removed the top.
Fell deep but was not a flop.
Green fairies hang over my bed stand.
Haiku Beast Day 2
Purring, pussy drink.
Iced and black I think.
Third trip, face lands in crate.
Haiku Beast Day 1
Beautiful eyes search for mine.
Coarse milk to my throat.
Missed her walk by; drunk.
The Divine Bandit™ 