Fog Ponytail Haikus

Father, forgive me

For I laced her ponytail

With fogged up fingers.

Girl with a road sign

A little dab will do her

Brylcreem streetwalker.

Fog in the censer 

Iced blood dripping off altar

Virgin with dead bone. 

Wrapped in swaddling cloth

No room at Holiday Inn

Two Bits for Tetzel. 

Krispy Kreme Bluejeans

Eckleburg’s Eyes on Bran Flakes

Fog on pedestal. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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