His teeth once white as popcorn, now golden as movie
buttered popcorn.
God bless ghosts, guns, Bush-Cheney and the summer
Salinas Rodeo.
The Neighborhood Watch posted warning signs: DO NOT WAKE UP
THE ZOMBIES.
You don't have to slice out his prefrontal cortex;
he's dead.
Skateboard without your helmet. Watch the red splatters
in the sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These haikus have a flavor of irony and satire and a bit different from Japanese haikus which are mostly based on nature and in which silence plays a vital role. It was an enjoyable and meaningful reading. Regards. Naseer