Friendship bridges the road of life carrying us over the river's strife breaking bread with swelling love for companion manna from skies above, from school-yard to bone-yard
(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
surviving getting by surviving looking back with the twitching serenity of a cockroach it's been quite the journey through ladies' perfumed beds and over-bright psych sanctuaries...
the youth that was I took coffee in the library sighting young ladies walking by thinking if he hopped he'd fly... oh that youth that was I he walked miles a day
bourne of volcanoes and ice ages, blood-hungry jackals and raging hail... tested by hurled heels and bombing sieges of scathing poison sprays... the ugly spirits survive
