I finally put together a few more police blotter haiku, and I hope you enjoy them. For some reason, half of this week's haiku involve motor vehicles. You know Americans... they do everything in their cars.
One beer missing in
break-in and his brother swears
he didn’t drink it.
Don’t pick up your car
when the car wash spits it out --
and someone else will.
Drinking in public.
While waiting for the bus to
their AA meeting.
Tenant left, cats stayed.
Twenty of them -- twenty two,
twenty four, twenty....
Saw the cops, then ran,
thought himself a wanted man.
No one wanted him.
Blackberry stolen.
Locked car, but open windows.
Blame it on the id.
He got her to come
home with him but needed the
cops to make her leave.
Fire on the ridge or
The edge of a rising moon?
He'd like an answer.
Assault with a car.
Aimed at him, hit a building.
Drove off spewing steam.
Takes no magician
to make an unlocked truck with
keys inside, vanish.
He’d been attacked.
Couldn’t say who or where, but...
something must be done.
Vomit and vamoose.
She pulled into his driveway,
threw up and sped off.
Police Blotter Posts So Far
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Even More Police Blotter Haiku: Now with Source Material!
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Police Blotter Haiku: the Legend Continues
Police Blotter Haiku for a Sunny Sunday
Mysterioso Police Blotter Haiku
Moderately Appalling Police Blotter Haiku
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6 comments:
It's too bad we can't get all our news this way!
Emikk, there was a guy doing a haiku news blog for awhile. Though it trended too conservative for me.
You can absolutely tell most simple crime stories in 17 syllables; they just aren't always interesting.
An iPod, once more,
stolen from an unlocked car.
And the GPS, too.
But there are some where 17 syllables just don't do justice to the human weirdness involved. Too many layers of response and counter-response. This would of course apply to national politics as well.
Here's my plan -- revealed to you for the first time. I'm going to keep going with the haiku until I get a couple of hundred good ones (I consider about half of what I've done, "good.") Then I'm going to package them up in a book and ebook through the online services and sell, oh, dozens of copies.
And then it's on to... the Sonnet News. One of these days.
Thanks for checking in.
For crime news, villanelles, surely?
Hah! Otepoti, I must confess -- I had to look that up...
"Saw the cops, then ran,
thought himself a wanted man.
No one wanted him."
You're a modern-day 17-syllable Sophocles.
Hanging out in the Agora every day probably exposed Sophocles to a lot of happenings not that much different than what's found in the average police blotter!
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