How it Happens

How it Happens
(May 2011)
It starts when I'm doing something totally thoughtless
Driving through a familiar neighborhood
Performing a task at work that I do daily
My mind wanders
It starts with abstract thoughts
Until the thoughts start forming words
The words start forming phrases
And I am overcome with the need to write
As the phrases spill out of my subconscious
I start thinking of them in terms of a poem
At that moment
I feel that my words might be genius
I drop what I am doing
-Pull over on the side of the road
-Hide under my desk at work
Because I have to record this moment
As I put the pen to paper
The words flow from my fingertips
I feel the curve of the letters
As my hand flys across the page
I scratch things out
And I change things
I put arrows to move things around
Until my hand slows down
Finally, I read what I have written
I think hard and add a few more phrases
I have reached my conclusion
I am ready for a new draft
In my neatest handwriting
I rewrite everything
Making more changes as I go
Then I read it aloud to myself
There I find my moment
Captured
Onto a sheet of paper

Doggerel

Doggerel
(April 2011)
My goal
Is to write a really bad poem
But what makes a poem bad?
Cheesy rhymes that are sad?
Sometimes no rhymes are to be had
Maybe I just need to be random
And switch topics haphazardly
Carlos thinks this poem is named after him
But he's wrong
It was named before him
Time is only relative
It need not be linear
How am I doing?
Is this poem bad yet?
It has no deeper meaning
Lacks rhyme and rhythm too
Pink and Fuzzy
I are tiny tiny kitten
Facebook is awesome!
But
This.... Poem... Sucks!
The End
(Adding "The End" is so cliche
It definitely make this poem worse)