i
Your red sports car
swerves.
I brake, hard.
See you at the next stoplight,
asshole.
ii
Your huge SUV
takes up both lanes.
What now, O' buyer
of flag decals?
iii
You honk, flip me off,
look up, slam on the brakes.
We idle
side by side.
iv
You pass, going too fast.
Later, bits of your chrome
glitter
on the road.
v
You risk your life,
and mine,
to squeeze in ahead.
You gain
two whole seconds.
vi
You change lanes
for no reason,
tailgate, curse, scream.
What's troubling you, Bunky?
vii
You sped up
when I tried to merge,
then looked surprised...
It's called a turbo.
viii
Oh great dump truck, yellow
lights flashing, please
do not pass
other dump truck.
ix
Just around the blind
curve, a stalled truck.
Heart pounding.
Wide awake now.
x
I expect your swerve, see it
before you do.
Hey man,
hang up and drive.
Copyright 2002 Steven Gulie
All rights reserved
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Footnote: Haiku is a serious Japanese art form, which this page
of verse resembles in the same way that chihuahas resemble
timber wolves--a pack of diminutive and grotesque descendants.
The outer form of haiku is a 17-syllable poem. In Japanese,
there are always three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables each.
In English, this strict alternation is apparently just too
damned hard, because it is generally not a requirement, even
for serious works and translations. As this is neither, I
have added line breaks wherever I felt like it.
In addition, the tradition of
including some word or phrase that indicates the season
has become a virtual rule in Japanese haiku over the last few centuries. I am not
certain whether this tradition has been laid aside in
these "highway haiku" out of ignorance or indifference;
the author affects that he doesn't know and doesn't care.
Under-footnote:
Composing haiku is an excellent way to relax while driving
over highway 17. The happy coincidence of highway number
and syllable count is only one of the reasons. That said,
commuters on highway 5 will find that 5-syllable compositions
are easier, but somewhat less satisfying. Those on highway
1 will quickly exhaust the possible exclamations, but are
invited to submit any interesting 1-syllable compositions
for review and possible publication. I promise to read them
all, at least twice.
Those who drive on highways 85, 101, and 237 are advised to
listen to their iPods instead. Driving while attempting to count 85 or more
syllables on your fingers is just plain dangerous...
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