I’m going to read three poems by Jason Strugnell, a poet I invented. These are ‘Strugnell’s Haiku’ where I’ve tried to combine the feeling of Japanese Haiku with the banality of poor old Strugnell.
Strugnell’s Haiku
The cherry blossom
In my neighbour’s garden – Oh!
It looks really nice.
The leaves have fallen
And the snow has fallen and
Soon my hair also…..
November evening:
The moon is up, rooks settle,
The pubs are open.
