Monkeyrotica's haikus

AJS wrote these in the Winter of 2001, when we were still living in DC. Northern Virginia hasn't moved him to poetry as yet...

Grey, icy snow drifts
over a pile of garbage
An empty forty

Snow shovels on cement
Down, Push, Over the shoulder
My back is, like, fucked

Smoke rings on the breeze
nicotine stink on fingers
my last cigarette

Crazy Bitch shovels
Morning traffic drifts downtown
her prescription works

Moonlight through treetops
ice cracks, falls, smashes on porch
a car alarm wails