Before he became Manchester's most infamous supervillain, or superhero (or whatever he is), Don Sequitur was a wild-eyed poet taking classes at Manchester Community College. There he learned about haikus and fell in love with them instantly. Not only did they not have to rhyme, but they were so short!
So here we have four of them, written in more recent times. Thanks to Flying Man author Lawrence Fahey for contributing them.
Coin-op dryer spins
Strangers' clothes tumble like waves
These briefs should fit me
Grease-stained in moonlight silence
Those fries are still good
Cigarette crushed, mute
Fire dimmed, but virtues ablaze
You're still delicious
If I am silent
Sweet fruits, fresh bread, some guy's robe
If I'm loud, police
Be on the lookout for Don's book of haikus, Some Haikus that I Wrote, which he plans to get printed up at Kinkos hopefully sometime next year, provided he can get the money together.