Bent Cactus Haikus

Walk into the sun

Go to where the cactus bends

She will not be there. 

Adam holds up sand

A penny for a handful

There are no takers. 

Thorn in my finger

Her name is Bloody Mary

A red bridal train. 

Water from a stone

Mixed with a cactus flower

And milk and honey. 

Sleep on a cactus

Snooze beneath your sombrero

Sepia toned man. 

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

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

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