A Danger to Society - Sept. 28, 2023

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