Corner

I lie in a corner
swirling smoke
evading hope
fragmented
reaching out
to touch
feel
lust
but i fail.

Now i turn
to
pills
powder
magic
tribes
gods
women
i can't get up.

I now lie
wasted
again in
a corner
sniffing
snorting
sniveling
I don't try.

They come and
take me
away
they call
a man
my father
whores cry
i am burned
on dead wood

They heave a
sigh
i float
back
to my corner
my place
snorting
sniffing
dead.

The above is a new form of poetic expression with which i am currently obsessed with.I am inspired by haiku though one can see i have not followed it strictly.My usual way was not challenging enough.This particular poem uses some of my favorite images and since this is my first attempt,I have tried to keep it simple.Hope you like it.I surely did.

*FC Kahuna*