Kerouac is my haiku hero

girls laughter
sounds the same everytime,
annoying
.....
gooseberry
falls, tripping on root
laughing and bleeding
.....
slowly closed the door,
cabinet that held poems
of my stuggle
.....
Bebo, my beta
wags his tail
like a dog
.....
bittersweet smell
of dying petals
trampled under foot