Trailer Trash Haiku
Culture for the Less Sensitive Soul
Sunday, March 16, 2014
A Key. A Car.
A key. A car.
More than one possibility!
Scrape...
Study Hall
Study hall.
Fire in the trash can!
My match still warm...
Showing Off
Showing off
tires as thick as his wallet...
Yet I have a knife.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Housing Code
Housing code.
How carefully they plan!
Yet here I am.
Wet Cement
Wet cement.
Dull gray sameness...
until now!
Filmy Curtains:
Filmy curtains:
Thin enough a woman's shape
is not obscured...
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Rearview Mirror
Rearview mirror:
How small this town
has grown!
House Fly
House fly:
Waiting there upon the butter
will not bring you Monarch wings.
The Gap in My Teeth
The gap in my teeth
only reflects
the emptiness of my wallet.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Sous Chef
Sous chef ~
picks her nose
among picked vegetables.
School Bus
School bus
somewhat delayed
by nails...
Mud Puddle
Mud puddle.
Quite suddenly I've stepped
across the sky!
House Fly
House fly
sees no irony in
buzzing about my trailer.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Achieved!
Achieved!
My mark on every desk
in detention.
Cleaning My Teeth
Cleaning my teeth
this dentist does well
to hide his pain...
Silver!
Silver!
A flash of wings:
and yet this morning I was poor.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Fly on My Plate
Fly on my plate ~
taking such delicate care;
with good hygiene.
Mini-Skirt
Mini-skirt:
She and I equally surprised
by sudden wind!
Haiku Poem
Haiku poem:
Subtlety far beyond
a fellow like me...
Blue Skies
Blue skies,
free of charge!
Today I am a rich man.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Bumblebee
Bumblebee...
Seems bewildered by
her beehive hair.
Earl
Earl:
Sounds of armpit farts
mingle with laughter.
My Plastic Jesus
My plastic Jesus:
not a golden calf...
just a reminder.
Old Ford
Old Ford.
Wisps of smoke rising
obscure a trail of cop cars...
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Cold Snap
Cold snap.
In the yard, tin cans
have a thin rim of frost.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Daylight
Daylight.
Junk emerges from
the gray mist.
Open Window
Open window.
A cobweb moves in the breeze.
Stillness.
Spring
Spring!
Time to clean house!
Or... maybe not.
Hangover
Hangover.
Light in morning window...
Sounds of groaning.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Prison
Prison.
Dust in a sunbeam...
A cell less gray.
Coon Hound
Coon hound.
Far off, a whistle.
One ear lifts.
Old Lady...
Old lady...
Kicked her ass out!
Now lonesome.
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