sometimes I’ll jot a lyric
and let the steering wheel slip
stop too far away from a red light
to capture another one
or slow the car in a ponder
over one word that would
set a line apart from the others
I will stop next to a curb as well
but my creative flow likes movement
prefers a sort of mirroring game
like the drive along a creek
as it bends and straightens
quickens in rapids and
slows in deeper water
which should lead to an interesting
discussion with an officer – my process
which appears like drunk driving and
after my sober toeing of the line
is explained as “poetry”
leads to rolled eyes
a fat ticket and a warning
well . . . it seems to me
like your poems
are a danger to society
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