So there, world.

I would write a poem
But the editor who lives
inside my head
won't let it out.

"This sentence
just sounds plain wrong.
The rhythm
is like a worn-out jeep.
And what a terrible
simile."

And that's why
I'm here to say
I can't write a poem
today.

Breakup: An Anecdote

Love means never
having to say
you're sorry.

So as he
walked out
he apologized.

Spinning

They say
The crazy people
don't know they are.

If I think I'm losing it,
does that mean
I'm not?

Urban Phantom

For last week's assignment, we had to write a poem based on a news story. You can read about it here. Basically this black bear was spotted roaming around the greater Seattle area, and eluded his trackers for quite a while! (I heard tonight on the news they finally caught him... it's been at least a week!)
Some phrases in this poem were borrowed from the original story, but it's mostly in my own words. (Part of the "point" of this assignment was to create a "found poem" from an old article, taking certain elements from the original source.) Enjoy!

Urban Phantom

Urban Phantom

Rummages through garbage
Scavenges for snacks
Lumbers over flower pots

Not your typical intruder
Fuzzy black bear
Spotted by joggers

Magnolia to Ballard to Shoreline
Where's he headed?

Pursued by police, dogs, wildlife experts
Urban Phantom gives them all the slip.