Under the Bashō 2015

One-line Haiku

 


runaway the star I hung with the wrong crowd

 

 

beach combing the day into daydream

 

 

fireflies the pipe we pass between us

 

 

just enough to tip the axis spring breeze

 

 

dusk I glide into my comic book ending

 

 

boombox nights we worshiped shaggy Jesus in the church of the red rose