Steve / September 4, 2007 12:53 AM

On State Street Sunday
Gunshot heard by Segway cop
Perp chased and caught.

David / September 4, 2007 1:18 AM

What the heck is up
With the recent hot weather
Isn't it fall yet?

Dave / September 4, 2007 3:09 AM

A lanky hipster
mounted his silver Surly,
pedaled to hipville

Franklin / September 4, 2007 3:15 AM

Wicker Park may once
have been home to rebellion,
but now it's tired.

IGO / September 4, 2007 4:56 AM

Labor Day's over...
A shooting in Humboldt Park.
Why do I live here?

Justin / September 4, 2007 8:11 AM

Marketing teams torque
The cycles of nostalgia.
It's what the kids want.

matt / September 4, 2007 8:39 AM

not my own, but one of my favorites:

haikus are fun poems
but sometimes they dont make sense
refrigerator.

anon / September 4, 2007 9:23 AM

-scars scabs stupid sad
-nightmares i had one last night
-lights off stressed out slob

spook / September 4, 2007 10:05 AM

Pregnant, hot pants tight
bopping down the Boulevard
“Lil Kim” looks thirteen

lori / September 4, 2007 10:13 AM

Sam Cook, you are fine!
singing while I cook breakfast,
how I love my house

skafiend / September 4, 2007 10:31 AM

My Chi-kus (registered trademark):

The CTA bus
A very rare animal
Moves in packs of three

In my house we vote
Even my uncle voted
May he rest in peace

The city that works
No free lunches around here
Me? I wash street signs

Nuke LaLoosh / September 4, 2007 10:40 AM

Old Town School folksters
are preparing themselves now.
Sheer cacophony!

Andrew / September 4, 2007 10:43 AM

A couple other Chicago bloggers and I wrote a set of El haiku for No East back before GB was around. You can read them here.

d. / September 4, 2007 11:32 AM

I wrote these some years ago. Funny you guys started this topic.

Chicago in Haiku

I walk through projects
Late, in darkness, listening
For sounds of people.

***

Today I wander
Through the angular city
Like one with no home.

***

Spring in Chicago
Unfolds fresh sweetness in wind
Please return home soon.

Shylo / September 4, 2007 11:35 AM

Hyde Park know-it-all!
Don't judge my state-school degree.
I, too, have read Proust.

Franklin / September 4, 2007 11:47 AM

These broad streets with no
character don't reflect their
name: Old Irving Park.

David / September 4, 2007 11:55 AM

Chicago reminds
me why I love neighborhoods.
Thanks, adopted home!

IGO / September 4, 2007 12:14 PM

In my mid-thirties,
Friends moved to suburbs
(good schools)
Applebees, anyone?

wordy / September 4, 2007 12:30 PM

word play-oh how droll!
poets, try a villanelle
beautiful word math

Allan / September 4, 2007 12:45 PM

Street side fried chicken
Calling my name
Empty pockets, I am denied

skafiend / September 4, 2007 12:53 PM

Sex in the city
An orgy at City Hall
We get dicked Daley

Allan / September 4, 2007 12:54 PM

Elevated travel
In dense herds moving
Will she-farts engulf me?

winediva / September 4, 2007 12:59 PM

Fall quiets Kedzie
No tube socks or tamales
Albany Park sighs

anne / September 4, 2007 1:03 PM

Wish I had more sleep
PBR hangovers kill
Brats are not my friends

Wait! There's an answer
Hair of the dog will cure me
Oh! Sweet cocktail hour

kate / September 4, 2007 1:05 PM

Roscoe Village white
I don't really fit in here
I miss my Humboldt

__

Ex boyfriend is lame
Dude please just return my shit
And lose my number

p / September 4, 2007 1:57 PM

went to doug's today,
where the fuck is doug and dog?
seriously where?

bust downs prevalent
i smell east side east side pride
not indiana?

concern for good dogs
i sure hope hot doug is fine
should i pray for doug?

spook / September 4, 2007 2:14 PM

One year since we split.
New girl & I vaction soon.
Missing you sucks.

lily pulitzer's ghost / September 4, 2007 2:17 PM

allan, haiku-ist
a career awaits, poet!
start submitting them

peanut / September 4, 2007 2:25 PM

CPS first day
"JUST GO" their marketing ploy
stay off the street, kids

randy snail / September 4, 2007 2:28 PM

dreaming of cuddles
with a boy in alaska
let's cohabitate

p / September 4, 2007 2:30 PM

ten thousand if caught
cuba via canada
wait til he dies, sp**k

mary / September 4, 2007 2:40 PM

p you need not pray
doug's leg broke when he caught fish
i miss the doug too.

mary / September 4, 2007 2:45 PM

and it's far too hot
for a penguin to be just
walkin' around here.

summer can suck it
i want the fall foliage
please find me a job.

spook / September 4, 2007 3:11 PM

Banish to January
those who beef summer heat
let them freez there!

Josh / September 4, 2007 4:29 PM

Look back on my youth
Edgewater was just for us
Now the yuppies hunt.

Devon, Grenada
And the Nortown on Western
These theaters are gone.

I go back in time
To the place that stayed the same
Hello Ardmore Beach!

Erica / September 4, 2007 4:37 PM

I wrote these when they closed the Dominick's by my house. Nerdy, yes.
Dominick's haikus

Steve / September 4, 2007 4:55 PM

Mosquitoes and mites
Feast on my succulent flesh
Goddam, how I itch!

Tonic / September 4, 2007 4:59 PM

Madness at Wrigley
Finally, "next year" is here!
Somewhere, a shoe falls

Michael / September 4, 2007 5:44 PM

I miss working at
my sweet job on Ravenswood
making rock posters

Leelah / September 4, 2007 5:44 PM

Foolish men in charge
cannot dissipate my joy:
Returning to school.

p / September 4, 2007 7:38 PM

good news mary thanks
rest well hot doug and come back strong
await marlin dogs

p / September 4, 2007 7:41 PM

shit
subtract "hot"

Todd / September 4, 2007 8:02 PM

Over at Skylark.
Down by the way of Pilsen.
Cheap beer, cheap women.

Todd / September 4, 2007 8:06 PM

Over at the Riv.
R. Adams teases the crowd.
That shit don't play here.

Todd / September 4, 2007 8:09 PM

Inside the Green Mill.
I saw my first prostitute.
Now I am a man.

Todd / September 4, 2007 8:17 PM

On West Cullerton.
Scratch, peck, gnaw and devour.
My Mini Cooper.

David / September 4, 2007 9:36 PM

Upon moving to
Chicago, I wondered if
I could walk at night.

A former mentor,
more than an economist,
reassured me, this:

"David, no problem.
I used to live there, myself,
in graduate school.

"My room overlooked
a minor intersection,
near where you live now.

"One night, I glimpsed four
police cars below my room.
One at each stop sign."

melissa / September 4, 2007 11:42 PM

labor day:

my ankle itches
late night, roof, bug bite
beer and surprise kisses.

melissa / September 4, 2007 11:51 PM

my sweater waits while
ice coffee with breakfast
refreshes early fall

mad ludwig / September 5, 2007 12:17 AM

Wovon man
nicht sprechen kann,
darüber muß man
schweigen.

Escalator Caress / September 5, 2007 5:31 AM

Naked gnocchi
And a Rosemont robe
I can't wait to move.

spook / September 5, 2007 9:14 AM

Todays young Zulus
live f*ck it aim shoot code
young kids fall dead

fluffy / September 5, 2007 10:33 AM

Todd has a mini
another pilsen white boy
go back to kansas

spook / September 5, 2007 10:38 AM

I think its time
The Haiku award
See above

charlie / September 5, 2007 11:22 AM

Sweet Chicago my friend
I will have two with everything
No smoking

spook / September 5, 2007 11:32 AM

Today in the office
heat and haikus drip easy
revolution, not.

Uncle, the track, red suit
funerals, dark green
including his own

skafiend / September 5, 2007 1:04 PM

Counting haiku lines
Chicagoans have trouble
Which explains vote counts

spook / September 5, 2007 1:29 PM

glum school faces, tragicomic packed train
sun sets sooner

charlie / September 5, 2007 1:35 PM

Skafiend wins:

I am very dumb
haiku is beyond my mind
good thing I make pics

;-)

C-Note / September 5, 2007 2:18 PM

Wise man once told me:
If you don't get your money
Somebody else will.

haw! / September 5, 2007 2:20 PM

skafiend made me laugh
coffee spewing out the nose
I heart gapers block

fluffy / September 5, 2007 4:00 PM

maybe mom was right.
she always said 'you are all sitting on goldmines'

Andrew / September 5, 2007 4:08 PM

Do you think we should
put together a chapbook
of GB haikus?

pum / September 5, 2007 4:52 PM

Director of what?
Half past three; time for your nap.
I can do your job.

*venting in haiku

cullerton brownie / September 5, 2007 6:09 PM

Todd came to visit
mini owner seen on street
sassy car not ours

I live in Pilsen
I'm brown, but if fluff is right,
no white friends for me

does chicago say
keep to your own kind, or else?
harold spins in grave.

fluffy / September 5, 2007 6:54 PM

My chickens love me

They are always hot for me

But their eggs taste weird

fluffy / September 5, 2007 7:05 PM

fluffy of mixed race

agrees that all kinds must meet

just not mini todd

skafiend / September 5, 2007 8:35 PM

A book of haikus?
Chicago ruminations?
Start printing GB!

cat / September 5, 2007 10:12 PM

Sweet home, Chicago?
You’ve been nothing but a whore!
Why did I move here?!

I love all the haiku! Especially skafiend's poem about the CTA. :) I'm all for seeing the poems collected.

C-Note / September 6, 2007 12:05 AM

Fluffy is funny.
Don't know if she has a brain.
She'd probly do me.

r / September 6, 2007 9:21 AM

the king mattress has left
the couch remains.

spook / September 6, 2007 9:49 AM

Last year’s Katrina
9/11 lessons
rising stupidity

spook / September 6, 2007 9:58 AM

Whole office dead
I'm listening to hip hop
Missing the Old School

fluffy / September 6, 2007 10:17 AM

i thought i had brains

they say I have a big heart

he broke it last night.

He said such sweet things

but made a fool out of me

i can't stop crying.

Awake / September 6, 2007 11:16 AM

I still walk tiptoe
at night, but I don't need to.
She left five months ago.

d. / September 6, 2007 11:21 AM

oh, fluffy. i'm sorry.

hope you feel better.

p / September 6, 2007 11:30 AM

frequent tales of woe
fluffy be choosing lame dudes
try todd with cooper

spook / September 6, 2007 11:45 AM

Fluffy

Allan, CTA over Mini
pockets no pennies, jobless
to free schedule for you

JasonB / September 6, 2007 11:48 AM

as Cubs fans arrive...

tribal tattoos and flip-flops

where's my fucking Glock?

fluffy / September 6, 2007 12:07 PM

thanks d.

DJRP / September 7, 2007 11:02 AM

Her tale of self woe,
totally mudered this thread.
Let's all bring it back.

Flynn / September 7, 2007 1:58 PM

On Critical Mass
Kid knows not Grandmaster Flash
I weep for future

Harley / February 26, 2008 10:31 PM

Old cars on the street,
Writing painted on the walls.
No one to see it.