wall street haiku set

youthful idealists
at the dark labyrinth gates;
hopeful days indeed

purple thorns blossom
by the serene rail-road tracks:
vagabond roses

flaming cigarette
softens my mental daggers
seratonin spike

no strait jackets worn
by the "learned" insane, but
fast tenure and grants

blue jays chide at me
as I stand in confusion:
the silicon ape

Gladly I'd undrink
many a bottle, listen
to ancient advice

thousands of tongues
vibrate vast mother Earth to
discuss bread-making

the roses of Fall
burn like the brightest sunset
sinking to winter