BRONX HAIKUS

BRONX HAIKUS

Sour milk and rotten food
Are always the stock in trade.
Hey, it’s a Bronx bodega.

Grease-filled air and hyper kids,
Your table awaits.
Micky D’s is all you have.

Two chubby librarians
Check books, bitch and moan.
Don’t you have best sellers?

Plexiglass shrine with candles
Honors a teen girl.
Small bouquets wilt in the sun.

Scruffy cat owns weed-choked lawn.
Not hearing the sounds:
Salsa, gunshots, sirens.

Ground ivy attracts big rats,
Unnerving the folks
Patiently awaiting bus.

Cat lounges in bodega.
We all love him much.
OK, now murder some mice.

Mama Tuxedo cat spawns
Many little clones.
Yo, there ain’t no prom here.

Bloodstained sidewalk
Always a grim reminder:
Too many Bloods in this ’hood.

Sullen teen with basketball
Hops 36 bus,
Moist towel wrapped on head.

SUV roars down Tremont.
Hogs and pollutes ’hood.
Please, please sell your drugs elsewhere.

Enraged toddler wants a toy.
Writhes in aisle, legs high.
“No tengo dinero, Juan.”

Moribund taco joint has
Fat cat in doorway.
Restaurant rating is “C”.

Screeching train really annoys.
And deafens our peeps.
MTA:  Buy rubber wheels!