Haiku Ambulance (Richard Brautigan)

I am feeling super tired, so I searched for a haiku to talk about. I found this one by Richard Brautigan and while it's not a traditional form, it did utterly crack me up.

The lines are off-balanced, the syllable count doesn't fall into anything that looks like a haiku's form and the humor just tickles me. Because, yes, sometimes things viewed through haiku (or just poetry in general) take on a serious edge - everything in a poem means something, after all. Or maybe, like this poem points out, maybe nothing is meant and no one should take any care at all.

Favorite line: "A piece of green pepper / fell"

A piece of green pepper fell