Grizzled Haikus

bored, flailing mind
smokes a marlboro out of
utter nothingness

Anna’s eyes sparkle bright…
I give her cigarettes to
smell her pheremones

I resist the pull
of the toxic TV noise…
its power vanishes

My cell phone rings and
I pick up and it’s Sultan…
the sky grows bluer

The fierce crusaders
slaughtered men, women, babes of
Jerusalem… Why?

Less than half alive
I walked the fearsome city…
but chance spared my life

Through the lonely fog
of night I saw his black skin…
and changed direction

my heart races madly
and my mindfulness collapses...
what would Buddha do?