Pretty, pink phalaenopsis blooms; I bury my nose deep in you, till, tickled by your sweet perfumes, my nose always goes “Atishoo!”.

(also addended to "methamphetamine haiku set") the vile dust of meth clogs me nasal to mental : toll of creation the world needs addicts like cynics and napalm bombs, but it's a rough road

Love your mom and dad, and be proud of your sisters and brothers.

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Star-gazing...again.

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*to be sung to the tune of Queen’s decadent song, “Another One Bites The Dust” Barak makes his way into the room to speak to AIPAC in DC pandering to every one that he can