This is a form that I can only call a Chagall, as the only person I know who’s done it is Carlos Chagall at Alphabet City. I stumbled across it with his poem Lithographs. It involves stanzas made up of two haiku, but instead of 5-7-5//5-7-5 it follows a 5//7-5//5-7//5 pattern. But there’s one stanza with an errant syllable that signifies the turning point in the poem:
A puff in the air?
A breath exhaled and then smoke writing in cursive
A Happy Birthday wish without a second thought;
Eyes wide, cut the cake.