Amidst the velvet paintings and disco-shirted mannequins at Vendetta‘s Giant Gay Garage sale this weekend, I found this mysterious photo. At first I thought it was some sort of Jeff Wall-inspired arranged scene. “Where did you get this?” I asked the vendor. “I used to work at a photo lab,” he explained. “That photo was so amazing that I stole it.”
Here is the photo:
I have no idea what the story behind this scene could be. So, as we did the last time a photo left us speechless, I’ll put the challenge to you instead: HAIKU THIS PHOTO!
Mexican day care
Carnitas tortas for lunch
It’s never too soon
Lord Xenu was here
Scientology did this
So says Suri Cruise
The fire burns the roof
Fat kid forgets his donuts
Girl played with matches
The school is burning.
A child grins in gleeful joy
at this day’s lesson.
first day of grade school
aint happening on my watch
lets go play hopscotch
hee hee hee hee hee
hee hee hee hee hee pony!
hee hee hee hee hee
Little arsonist,
Your smile is innocent, but
you know what you’ve done
I’d like to take this opportunity to remind everyone of Blogtown’s “no poetry” rule.
It’s there for a reason, people.
Haiku is not poetry Erik. It’s fun with words!
Wordplay!
“summer vacation
is heating up,” says girl-
unsupervised girl
This photo is rad. Shit, what an awesome photo! I am so jealous.
a meth lab explodes
children rejoice, bad neighbors
gone for good this time
a lack of snow days
in Southern California
leads to desperate glee
Cute little dress girl
Fat kid, scrapper bicycle
Don’t drink four loko.
speed limit fifteen
you will never get inside
my ankle itches
vendor’s story’s shit
disaster girl this is not
can tell from pixels
Not gonna bother.
Kiala’s haiku takes cake.
Suri for the win!
Girl smiles; boy looks on.
Satan laughing with delight,
Happy, sunny day!
Fuck you Erik H.
Haters never prosper, bitch.
Poetry: Totes dank!
Sarah Mirk’s divine.
Fair looks, concise words:
pulchritudinous
be a gentle fire
burn my caloric intake
my sister’s bike wont
Little girl smiles bright
Behind her, a garage burns
Fat kid eats a fence
That girl on the old
Drop Nineteens album cover
went on to great things…
No one notices
the fat kid beside his bike
holding spent matches
arsonists are born
not made — barely past diapers
the nihilist laughs
She turned back to me
With windswept hair and pink cheeks
It went boom she says
Backyard barbeque gone wrong
But what’s to do
This is not a Haiku