We interrupt this haiku blog...

It's been so long since I've written a poem that is not a half-assed haiku that I thought I'd share it here. Don't worry, it's mostly about the neuropathological effects of psychiatric medications, and only a little bit about fall leaves.

My brain shudders.
It is autumn, and the colors
Tap into receptors, unstrung,
Frayed, heads waving like snakes
Held by their tails.
Eyes shift, zap, the briefest
Static snap between film frames
(where the ghosts live).