Cut throat melodies
Squeaky squeeling cyanide
Red boxes broken
Smell of paint from east
Ice cold steel in the shadow
Tiles burn in the light
No mist only smoke
Manhole covers nowhere, gone
Cars drive carefully
Why is the moon here?
Here at only twelve P M
Evaporates sweat
Wow. These are some fine and crazy haiku poems!
Aww thanks so much it was a lot of fun