Fucked Up Haiku

Laundry detergent
You threw whites in with colors
My heart came out pink

Drink.
For tomorrow is just a dream,
we think.

Plastic bag lover
Nothing to give she gave me
Hold chalk, my hand’s cold.

This bed is bigger than a fort.
I sleep alone, inside my hopes.
Come and wrangle up a buffalo.
We disappear inside a Polaroid.

Cable bill ignored
Shouting on the street below
Doorbell rings hello.

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