Airless Suburban Haiku - Why?

A cynical celebration of
conspicuous consumption
in haiku form

The suburbs ... comfort mingled with distaste, sprawling cocoons of unreality connected by gaping tongues of highway, relentlessly patrolled by convention. What better subject for haiku-like scribblings?

Pass around your grainy snapshots.

Rant and rail, or write of the beauty of the summer sun reflecting off the rows of shiny metal mailboxes.

Bear witness to the suburban experience.

If you have never experienced haiku before, generally poems are 17 syllables on three lines, 5-7-5.

And when you grow weary, poems.

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