Drunken haiku, anyone?

[peetie44]

I have a dick, too
don't get to use it enough
most men would agree...

*edit* Wait, somehow that doesn't sound right...

Was just
Gonna say
Just sayin...

[PHONE]

Rings Answers Hangs Up
Redials Busy Busy
Rings Busy Hangs Up

[Flemisch Lionesse]

Here are a couple more...

trainig makes better
so I drink another glass
world's turning speeds up

My sight is swimming
booze tries to bring a message
my brain is washed clean

Terrace drowned in rain
and my sorrow drowned in booze
sounds of blues music

How about that? And English is not my mother tongue!

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

Give me the bourbon
Before I hit you with the
Fif' of Rebel Yell

[Flemisch Lionesse]

The 5-7-5 of the haiku followed by 7-7 gives a Tankalike this:

It's love at first sight
at second and third sight too
such effervescence
brown beauty made in heaven
my dear "Flemish Lion" beer

[Negromancer]

My head is tribal drum
Pygmy rhythm-thunder
Morning is here

Pig must have wandered;
Died in mouth
I realize, awakening

Crushed beneath
Potent whiskey
I am a shapeless mush

[ThirstyDrunk]

I have but two socks
They smell like my dirty feet
One has a big hole

I can only walk don't run
I can stumble yet not fall
I need one more drink

[gnarkill]

Watching Mythbusters,
Comfortably drunk right now,
chimpanzees are great

[gnarkill]

pabst blue ribbon, now!
Goddamnit, I said 'now,' dick!
don't make me beat you.

yes, we are all doomed.
indeed this is a bad thing.
at least we have gin.

I want a monkey
that can rollerskate and smoke
cigars, and mix drinks

[Wingman]

"you can't catch me, pig!"
the sidewalk abrades his face.
cops and bouncers laugh.

[ThirstyDrunk]

I'm pissy pissy
Pissy pissy drunk are you?
pissy pissy pissy

wait hows the meter go agan?

[Surreal]

I'm pissy pissy
Pissy pissy drunk are you?
pissy pissy pissy

wait hows the meter go agan?

the meter? The meter?

I was going to go with the traditional 5/7/5 haiku format, but then started feeling all Elizabethan and couldn't decide if I wanted to go Petrarchan or iambic pantemeter. I'm going to ponder this for a bit. Sip a little more bourbon and begin writing.

I'm listening to "Jockstrap full of bourbon" by Tom Waits which seems to have touched the muse deep within...

[Rip Rufus]

"you can't catch me, pig!"
the sidewalk abrades his face.
cops and bouncers laugh.

That's beautiful. I think we have a winner.

Almost two o'clock
Waiting for the arrival
of a skank to fuck

[Bounced]

Drinking numbs the chills
That flow through and freeze the spine
On hot summer days

[Negromancer]

Lonely are the streets
LIghts are out
Uneven steps
like an ecstatic dance
as with a flick of a switch
and with a violent twitch
belly empties at my feet
and I am content
and he is content with
my sacrifice upon
this sidewalk altar
I fall to my knees
stained with my offering
it is in my temple
it is everywhere
black coffee awaits me