Busking outside

The general store

On a warm Sunday.

We drank Fanta,

And smoked until

We ran out.

Playing cards,

Learning poker,

On the soft green grass.

We traded CDs;

Silverchair, Our Lady Peace,

By Nirvana, “Bleach.”

We passed around

A football on the

Dirt road outside.

I like to get high

With people who make me

Forget the Internet.

(This is a series of 6 Haikus I wrote about my friends :) I’m not sure if all the lines have the exact right amount of syllables so excuse me if not all of it is correct!)