can you make haiku
out of the comic
coincidence of a chained
monkey and me
being in the same bus ?
i can of the wind
shooting fine bullets
of sand into my face
and the man in the next bus
blowing cigarette smoke
—which from where im sitting—
is either suspended by
the still air inside
or else grime has glued
strands of it on the black window
a sticker: ‘i need you don’t kiss’
Divagyrations 