opium haiku set

we are transience,
all transience: dirtied change...
and shots of white-noise

hid with gel-deranged 
mange, plethora of flora-
averus virus

the ego-gears grind
round "gentrified" city blocks...
moshing black suit-cases

beneath, velvet snarls
drown out the robot-roar with "The
Pod-Cracker Ballet"