Commuting Poems

My coworkers asked me to turn my public transportation observations into poetry. It’s not a bad idea. I take public transportation every day (hooray city-ish living) so I see a lot of interesting things. I imagine these seats out in the world, perhaps we must Be in fluorescent hallways, washed out pea green; And the …

How about some old poetry?

Force, 2017 I want  for nothing  I am never without  want  of something  Usually something different  something bolder  more daring  Something I think  only other people can have   I am left  to wanting. I get things.  I make things happen I decide  and then I am  different, bolder, more daring  I change and morph  I …