Trailer Trash Haiku

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Daylight.
Junk emerges from
the gray mist.

Open window.
A cobweb moves in the breeze.
Stillness.

Spring!
Time to clean house!
Or... maybe not.

Hangover.
Light in morning window...
Sounds of groaning.

Prison.
Dust in a sunbeam...
A cell less gray.

Coon hound.
Far off, a whistle.
One ear lifts.

Old lady...
Kicked her ass out!
Now lonesome.