The current master of the form is my friend Lisa. She nursed me through a nightmarish, Orwellian layover in the Denver International Airport with haiku. The following is a selection:
Listen you cheap slut
I want my peanuts quickly
Pretzels mean nothing
Stop screaming at me
I hope your bags get stolen
Your kid is ugly
Her husband Miah, while not as prolific, certainly adds to the discourse:
Security guard
mystery sore on his lips
digging through panties
Stay tuned for preliminary reflections on Las Cruces, the desert, random killing, the uniformity of the academy, back hair, and poison. And check out my new pictures on Flickr.com. I'm very handsome.
3 comments:
This is weird. And terrific.
Seth,
I am honored to have been published on your blog. I am also inspired to further explore my talent for "hateku". I may need to stop substituting derrogatory names and swears when I run out of the traditionally acceptable one syllable words. Or perhaps not. Perhaps that will be the cornerstone and identifying characteristic of hateku, which I am excited to pioneer. I will celebrate the mundane rather than the divine.
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