Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Winter Frost

Winter frost.
Old cars and trailers
Softly gleam.

Our Gas Got Cut Off

Our gas got cut off.
We pile on blankets and watch
Our big-screen TV.

One Day I'll Be Rich

One day I'll be rich.
I'll buy me a double-wide...
And have my own lot.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Harvest Moon

Orange harvest moon.
Bumpy rows of old trailers
Make dim silhouettes.

Monday, December 29, 2008

End of a Long Day

End of a long day.
Dark smudges cover my face.
Thick, black mascara.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Pork Rinds Ain't on W.I.C.

Pork rinds ain't on W.I.C.
Neither is them cheese doodles.
It don't make no sense.

You Ain't Got No Job

You ain't got no job,
So you ain't got no say-so.
Don't give me no lip!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

All That Trash-Mouth Talk

All that trash-mouth talk
Of my sinful goin's on
Is gossip and lies.

My Phone Got Cut Off

My phone got cut off.
I am calling from next door.
I found it unlocked...

I Cain't Phone No More

I cain't phone no more.
The feller thet lives next door
Nailed his winders shut.

Friday, December 26, 2008

What Huge Sub-Woofers

What huge sub-woofers...
This sound system is so fine!
Owners snooze? They lose!

Christmas Is Over

Christmas is over.
Moving a tree is tiresome!
Leave it till next year.

Christmas! Deck The Halls...

Christmas! Deck the halls...
We can make some jingle bells
From cut-up Beer Cans!

Christmas Time

Christmas time...
Eight plastic reindeer
Light our roof.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Month's End Bills Have Come

Month's end bills have come.
Collection agency woes...
Don't answer that phone!

Faded Overalls...

Faded overalls...
No shirt and a big beer gut.
My man, the sexpot!

Juice Runs Down My Arms

Juice runs down my arms.
I watch it drip to the floor...
Ummm. Mater samwich!

Them Dinners

Them dinners
Taste even better
Fully thawed.

Rollin' in the Dough...

Rollin' in the dough...
Big day at the flea market.
We got fifty bucks!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

More Mascara Please!

More Mascara please!
Just like Tammy Faye Bakker.
She is my ideal.

Clo and Earl

Clo and Earl
Is at it again.
Call the law!

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones
May break my bones.
I'll sue!

Trailer Trash!

Trailer trash!
Hearing you say that
Cuts me. Deep.

Eye Shadow

Eye shadow;
Bright blue and greasy...
Please put more!


Pour me another ~
For Grandma.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Potato Peelings

Potato peelings.
Garbage gourmets seek our yard.
Possums just love us.

Dim Twilight

Dim Twilight.
Gray possums now creep.
Good eatin'!

Midnight Moon

Midnight moon.
Bulbous lobe shining so white.
My man's butt.

She Leans In

She leans in,
And one stray hair falls
In my soup.

Oily Sheen

Oily sheen.
Winter's wisp of steam.
Our cesspool.

Wafting Scents

Wafting scents:
Soiled kitty litter
One month old.

Soiled Tee Shirt

Soiled tee shirt;
Big beer belly...
He's so hot!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

This Beer Crate

This beer crate
Makes a good front step.

Call My Love!

Call my love!
Please beg him to pay
Our phone bill.

Greasy Hair

Greasy hair;
And rotten green teeth ~
Turn me on.

Mounds of Flesh!

Mounds of flesh!
Spandex will stretch...
But not enough.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Red Lips Touch the Flesh

Red lips touch the flesh
Of greasy day-old chicken.
Chunks of lard still cling.

New Year's Day Is Here

New Year’s Day is here.
Cold pork and beans from the can.
We fight for the side meat.

Morning Mail. We Dance.

Morning mail. We dance.
We shall feast at Burger King.
Our welfare checks came.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Bluish-Orange Bumps

Bluish-orange bumps
Of spongy fungal matter:
Coffee-ground garden.

Today We Shall Feast

Today we shall feast.
Loaves of stale bread and hard cheese ~
Commodities came.

Crinkly Tin Pans

Crinkly tin pans
Hold frozen TV dinners.
Why bother to thaw?

Our Lunch-Plates, Licked Clean

Our lunch-plates, licked clean
By pink sandpapery tongues.
The gravy has fur.

Little Cylinders

Little cylinders
Of glistening silver
Grace the lawn. Beer cans.

Eight Months Pregnant

Eight months pregnant
Springtime brides blush prettily
Married at fourteen.

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About trailer-trash haiku: It's pathetic, really. And there's plenty more where this came from. You just have to wait for the next divine inspiration from the seedy side of the Muse. With luck, the poetic trough will not run dry anytime soon. For shopaholics, I've picked out some fine products for the most delicate, discriminating taste. Relatively.

Porch Rails Lean Gently

Porch rails lean gently.
A loose nail peeps out.
I’ll fix it next year.

Wintertime Coldness

Wintertime coldness.
Cold lard flakes delicately
From yesterday’s plate.

Crooked Yellow Teeth

Crooked yellow teeth.
Black gaps peek through lips, flirting.
We kiss. It is Spring.