Oh, the bodega.
So many on each corner,
Like ghetto Starbucks.
Gushing and flowing,
Relief from summer’s torture.
The hydrant bursts forth.
The fight rages on.
Renovation the weapon,
Hipsters the army.
Shouting and yelling
At empty windows and doors.
Why not a cell phone?
Friends from the island,
Wary of walking alone,
Jealous of my rent.
(Leave your Bushwick haiku in the comments!)
Jeremy September 10th, 2007 at 10:20 am
Oh, “tree of heaven”
Get over yourself ok?
You are just a weed.
The Changeling September 10th, 2007 at 10:34 am
This one’s for Bed-Stuy:
Toddlers and children,
I see you in the playground.
It’s well past midnight.
kim holleman September 10th, 2007 at 11:15 am
Dear Bushwick so much salsa
Sweet and delicious
I miss you so much
Corn on the cob with hot sauce
Smiles from boys on the corner
How could I ever leave you?
My building, my block
For me, the safest on earth
Even when it’s rough
The flags and the cars
The bar-b-que in the carts
The sounds and the smells
I don’t miss the heat
but I do miss the hotness
Soon I will be home
EJCohen September 10th, 2007 at 11:38 am
Umm… I’ll play. Not really a haiku, more like Shakespearean iambic pentameter verse:
Thus stand the mother by the store front sign.
Above her head it reads “Cent Ninety-Nine.”
Her daughter plays with water pistol fine.
And shoots her mother, soaking wet devine.
Mom shoots an angry “fuck is wrong with you?!”
Her daughter shrugs, indifferent to the whine.
turgan September 10th, 2007 at 11:49 am
People outside Bodega in summer heat
Playing dominos and blaring latin music
Can’t you at least dance a little too?
Jeremy September 10th, 2007 at 11:53 am
Hmm. Maybe this will help some of you.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/haiku
cheryl September 10th, 2007 at 1:26 pm
cmon people
it’s:
5
7
5
and i can’t think of anything, or else i would do one
turgan September 10th, 2007 at 4:00 pm
sign on a wall said
“you are not your neighborhood”
I didn’t understand.
Luke September 10th, 2007 at 5:47 pm
Howling garden cat,
why can’t you find another
cat to go home with?
goldie September 10th, 2007 at 6:12 pm
The cellar door shakes
rattles under the weight of
rats running under
goldie September 10th, 2007 at 6:19 pm
the buildings next door
demolished and instead stand
luxury condos
bob September 10th, 2007 at 8:08 pm
hipsters wanting cred
desperate for acceptance
not shived yet- why?
Tony T September 11th, 2007 at 2:13 am
Hiss radiator
cover my window with dew
I can smell plantains
D September 11th, 2007 at 4:43 am
Bushwick isn’t bad.
It is an intersection
thinking about class.
Martha September 11th, 2007 at 6:36 am
a try at Haiku
hushed voices on stoops
as pale light colors the sky
only in Bushwick
Matt September 11th, 2007 at 12:22 pm
what the hell happened
to my easy parking space?
Oversized vans, bite me.
lori September 11th, 2007 at 1:40 pm
This was hilarious – how about a switch up to limericks? Those are easier. There once was a man from Bushwick…
jay September 11th, 2007 at 1:47 pm
man? it’s the young hipsters that are going to change this town for the better. let’s sing their praises.
zephyr September 11th, 2007 at 2:32 pm
Debris on my stoop.
I clean it up. It returns.
Spontaneous generation?
Ray September 11th, 2007 at 5:49 pm
Write five syllables.
Then write seven syllables.
Then write five again.
How hard could it be? I just wrote one by accident.
jay September 11th, 2007 at 9:31 pm
One taboo place now.
How crazy for being here.
Acceptance comes when?
Anyone care to answer with one?
Matt (although not sure which Matt you are) this was a great idea, and get everyone thinking about their neighborhood up close.
D and Rays – you’re were great!
Uh September 12th, 2007 at 7:51 am
Since bodegas have
been around for much longer
than Starbucks, wouldn’t that
make Starbucks the pretentious bodega?
EJCohen September 12th, 2007 at 10:46 am
They raise chickens there
In the yard behind the house
Behind my own house
suhxie September 12th, 2007 at 11:45 pm
ninety-nine cent store
the only place where one can
buy russian toothpaste