Alternative Haikus

BY MELISSA MARTONE

Wet cement, one chance,

make your impact on the world;

and you decide "fuck"?

Grainy photographs;

Technology has progressed,

A vintage future.

Oxymoronic

Though it was, my being high

Was my lowest low.

Why did I have to

Be someone else, just to try

To be me, myself?

Rich kid paradise,

Feigning unfortunate lives

To fit in with them.

Midnight drives with you,

Nowhere to go, or to be.

Caution, meet the wind.