Already, the email has been reamed out by the tide of haiku pouring in. Apparently, a year of oppression and rage and occasional joy has unleashed the poet in a bunch of you. Keep 'em coming. I can go for days on haiku alone. Here are some of my favorites so far:
From Rabbitearz in L.A.:
BUTT-UGLY
Mar-a-Lago face!
The Masque of the Red Death Squad
Has Styrofoam Cheeks.
From VJ in NJ:
Kennedy's Remains
A worm ate his brain.
Drugs fried his voice. Privilege
his only vaccine.
From Sarah in Seattle:
Our Savior
Impeachments! Mueller!
Jack Smith! He's still here. Bring on
the damn Grim Reaper.
From Q from Hell, USA:
The Files
Girls who want to speak
Have tales of horror and pain
Their truth is silenced.
From TMangrove in Wisconsin:
The top one percent
Are stealing your future, not
Ana and Jose.
And two with a similar sentiment:
From Bernie in Brooklyn:
Is he dead yet?
I hate waking up
Each and every a.m.
And that’s my first thought
From Leanne, waiting impatiently, in Chicago:
The biggest fucking block party ever
Not yet, Goddamnit
But we will all know the when
And how we will dance
Let's finish with a couple more from yours truly:
An Immigrant Doctor Realizing He's Been Asked to Save Stephen Miller's Life
Would Hippocrates
Really be all that upset if
"Oops" just this one time?
One Moment of Transcendance at Sinners
The blues connecting
To music across time was
Pure cinema bliss.
Slap me in the face with more haiku. You know what to do: Send 'em to rudepundit@yahoo.com. And if yours isn't in here, hang in there - I'm reading each and every one. But, like joints and whiskey, I can never have too much.
