plastic – haiku and other animals

splinter

sometimes the skies are so bright you just can’t wait to do the stupid thing that makes you smile despite the rotting animals and bright plastic toys crushed by parade after parade of oversized novelty SUVs crammed with the skulls of children

in your town the story sold in slivers coated with hard plastic

black licorice in plastic dreamless sleep

a plastic bag rolls downhill I try to catch my breath