Jane Ganahl has written a really good article on a local haiku poetry slam here.
A young woman gets up and takes a deep breath before delivering:
Silent fog rolls in
I feel silent mist on my face
He left me today
When the crowd emits a few awwws of sympathy, she looks embarrassed. "It's not true," she says, hastening off the stage.
Most appropriately for the venue, a young woman said she quit her job recently and has been spending too much time in, yes, coffee houses.
Too much coffee now
I should leave here but it's warm
And my house is messy