Realist Poem 

I watched a vehicle speed down the street 

The wheels racing in tandem

Trying to outpace the ground below

It growled 

Later hiss and screech 

To a halting stop 

Propelling foward

Not fully stopping

It flew 

Summersaulting 

A metal catalyst 

Twisting and contorting

Through time and space

Into the asphalt below

To crumple

An injured animal

Miscalculating the leap

Ever so fatally

Into a misconstrued heap 

The windows tint red 

Following the veins of cracked glass

Matching the scratched paint

Scarred by the grind of concrete

And one may wonder

If the car

Isn’t the only thing finally 

coming to a halt

Or if the life

Too

Has stopped 

—Accidents 

Fun Realist Poem?


An ode’ to the traveler seems properly due,

lambasted by the barking pigs of security,

what could a scrutinized traveler do?
Take your shoes off! Let me search your hair!
As if… a weapon could truly be disguised there?
But oh dear compatriot: alas!
Disagree and latex fingers will soon be up your ass!

Hurry hurry!

There is no time to waste,

the minutes and seconds seem to chase

the hands of time,

the plane departs forty minutes past three,

but alas poor traveler arrives at four..

coincidentally at the wrong door!

Panic surely imbues the stricken traveler,

not quite a passenger,

what is a wayward, haggard traveler to do?

wait 30 minutes in line of course,

fretting a flight will soon depart,

only to discover the brow-beaten service has no heart,

midnight you say?

Tomorrow? 

But there is no way!

This has been a terrible day,

flight missed and baggage who-knows-where,

none of these airport staff seem to have a care!

what is there to do?

Frazzled and exhausted,

the misbegotten traveler has no clue,

So ode to the traveler,

shuffling into the odiferous flying can with wheels,

surely you have felt what the traveler feels?

No Elbow room!

$50 per inch extra for weary feet,

hurry up and wait! 

to be herded like cattle onto the next destination,

this monopolized traveling abomination, 

never again!

an indignant traveler stammers,

but yet how to get home?

reality hits like a hammer,

fly of course!

It’s the fastest way to travel! 

But only if… you behave like mindless cattle.

— Ode to the Passenger