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Composed (mainly) for the Poetry.com daily haiku contest as begun on Jan. 27, 2005. Ha!kus in bold were submitted to the contest. The others ended up on the cutting room floor.
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Malod’rous haiku swelters like a steaming turd ‘pon summer sidewalk
This mousepad haiku tocsins like an angry duck in a frothy pond
The nimble haiku cocks its tiny head and flits from its mousepad perch
The brawny haiku
ripples bulging metaphor
'cross rubbery chest
(Just missed being in the running.
Random time: 6:55:27 PM.
Last closest time: 7:23:37 PM. My
time: 7:37:31 PM)
This mousepad suffers from restless haiku syndrome. There a pill for that?
(Auspicious submission time (5:59:59
PM)
wasn't even close to random time (11:39:26
PM))
DANGER: MOUSE CROSSING SPEED LIMIT 1 MPH HACK POET AT WORK
Impulsive mousepad awakes from drunken bender tattooed by haiku
Succulent haiku: verbal veal chop on bed of laminated rice
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s winning haiku nor shabby mousepad
(Ladies and gentlemen, we have a WINNER! Submitted
time: 6:20:53 PM. Random time: 6:37:31 PM)
Cheap painted haiku glowers like a slighted tart athwart rubber sheet
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Galactic Duck banks, Slows, and flees hyperspace through The Cosmic Anus
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Let’s play Hide and Seek! Daddy will never guess where I hid the car keys
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The view: breathtaking But the hike to Fred’s outhouse: Not taken lightly
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Punxsutawney Phil Ready to put a whuppin’ On my sorry *ss
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Hand me the 3 wood
I've played many a sliced ball
From stands worse than this
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The hills are alive With the sound of von Trapp kids Stoned on Edelweiss
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Rue thy intellect Frothing and churning yet too Shallow to kayak
How do I love thee? Astride bed of summer stream Slippery and wet
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Sights set on treetops
Didn't consider in time
That low hanging branch
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Blondie and Tuco Labrador and Horned Lizard wa WA wa WA waaaa
Eat the goddamned thing And put an end to those lame Geico commercials
Creatures great and small Strutting and fretting their stuff In life’s great stare down
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I can’t believe they Don’t have more Porta Potties At White Snake concerts
Hey there beautiful How ‘bout you and me hook up Before the ark sails?
Don’t worry Ronald You’ll do great in the boardroom The boss is an ass
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Ragged sky-kissed peaks The austere beauty of a Kentucky strip mine
Breaking news from Mars Rover’s final transmission: “Get your own damn rocks.”
Nature’s siren song Spirit yearns for distant crags Where’s the interstate?
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Unbidden thoughts of Sponge Bob and Patrick shatter The sapphire calm
Morning has broken Like the first mor-or-or-ning Black bird has spoken
Susie sells seashells By the Seattle seashore Sam solicits sex
Oh Hymie O’Phil Please don’t hurt us and kill us And tear our eyes out
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Sleek and luminous Ninety feet below the waves It’s Nessie all right
Saturn’s moon Titan Filmed by the cameraman from The Blair Witch Project
Ethereal arc Streaking ‘twixt feathered blackness Goddamn glaucoma
Banderas sword drawn Parries with furious grace Flubs mark of Zorro
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