Here follows a few poems I wrote over the summer, just for fun.
The first two poems I wrote while in traffic on my way to my summer job. I composed them in my head from a few images that came to me as I merged my way to my exit and wrote them down once I had safely parked. Of those two, the first is about a supercar in traffic, a concept I find endlessly amusing and a little bit sad, like a caged animal that deserves to be running free. I give you
Pent Up Rage
TwelV horses
Nowhere to race
Supercar in traffic
The second is a proper haiku about brake lights. For your consideration
Brakelite Haiku
Blinky red asses
Off and on the grey freeway
Little metal ‘flys
Next comes a poem that I wrote while in a local coffee shop called The White Rhino. I was struck by the seeming hipster-ness of it all, and was also contemplating the social justice warrior movement. Included herein are a play-on-lyrics, a reference to a video game, and well, here is
SJWs
The White Rhino watches
Over mocha choca lattes
And lonely hipsters who first
Saw the waves breaking over Dawn
Rifles clutched tightly
Ready to battle the better beasts
Of industry and backward progress
As if they themselves had come
From another era, man buns
Wound tight to ward off the right
A new wave
Of social justice warriors
And last, but not least, a baseball poem based on a William Carlos Williams poem about some rainwater, chickens, and a red wheelbarrow. There is, above the infield, a
Pop up
So much depends upon a white baseball
In the blue, blue sky
Plopping into
brown
leather
So there you have a few poems. I love them, like fragile little butterfly children that I release into the harsh winter air. Be kind to them.
a simple man 
Captivating. Excellent poetry. I love to write poems in my head as I wait, too; it’s a coping mechanism and something that creates a lasting little present as a result of an annoyance.
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