Marijuana Haikus Poem by luke holt

Phantom smiles
Behind ashen clouds
Of pot smoke


My bones tire
To much inertia
A Buddha of blood

Street plasma
Graffiti tears
A stifled alchemy

An infant titters
Behind a wilted rose
In twilight

The bleeding dahlia
Lilts and bends
While couples kiss

Clocks burn
The northern lights
Faint smell of dreams

The black matrix of puddle water
Made so by the night sky

The numismatist picks up a coin
And with it
Pays his dues

A sober depression
Looms over Holtsville,
A snowstorm


The vicious odor
Of sunbeams
As I brood-
Marlboros

Dammit
A fly flew into my iced tea
Carle place McDonalds

Quadrilaterals,
I’m trying to think,
I’m stoned

Macabre halos and glass moonbeams
Quiet!
The wizened angel

Summer chlorophyll stains my T shirt
Cuneiform and cigarette haze

I went to pick a flower
But the miasma was too cold

I wasted a rainbow
On the lottery,
The frozen lightning


The carbon of sugar
Black
Smooth distilled
Ectoplasm

I kissed the moon
On her largest crater
Her tongue was made of cheese