Drunken Haiku Valentine

What a hit and miss
hit and run
kind of day

I saw you talking

to yourself laughing
with arms waving

reflected in the window
like a memory
gesturing

it seems the mothers

and fathers of evil
were not themselves evil

but their children perfected
the random cruelty
used on them

until the only god worth loving
is the god who allows you
to reject him

at a certain elevation

the sweetness of juniper
fills the car