White Trash Haiku (Found this on the Web; source unknown.)

OPTIONS

Unemployment’s out.
Hey, maybe I can git on
Disability.

 BEAUTY

Naked in repose
Silvery silhouette girls
Adorn my mudflaps

REMORSE

A painful sadness
Can't fit big screen TV through
Double-wide's front door

BLAZE

Distant siren screams
Dumb-ass Verne's been playing with
Gasoline again

 

 

A NEW MOON

Flashlights pierce darkness
No nightcrawlers to be found
Guess we'll gig some frogs

ALONE

Seeking solitude
Carl's ex-wife Tammy files for
Restraining order

DESIRE

Damn, in that tube-top
You make me almost forget
You are my cousin

OFFERINGS

Tonight we hunger
Grandma sent grocery money
To Robert Tilton

 

 

DRAMA

Set the VCR
Dukes of Hazzard Marathon
At
9 O'Clock

DEPRIVED

In WalMart toy aisle
Wailing boy wants Barbie doll
Mama whups his ass

IMPOUNDED

Sixty-five dollars
And cyclone fence keep me from
My El Camino

GATHERING

In the morning mist
Mama scans Circle K for
Moon Pies and Red Man

HUNGER

My shotgun misfires
Loaded with soggy birdshot
No squirrel for lunch

One other note: Jack Kerouac (the Beat writer of On the Road fame) wrote quite a few fairly nutty haiku, which he called "pops" and defined as "short 3-line pomes." He takes liberties with their form, and obviously sends up the seriousness of the genre—most of the time. (He did write some straight-faced ones.) (Source: New York Times, Section 4, p. 12, Sunday, April 13, 2003 and Book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac, ed. Weinreich.)

Two Japanese boys
Singing
Inky Dinky Parly Voo.

*
Spring is coming.
Yep, all the equipment
for sighs.

*
The windmills
of
Oklahoma look
in every direction.