Two Class Poems

Here's a couple of poems I wrote for my creative writing class. See if you guys like them - Joey and Matt may relate somewhat ..

A Captive’s Week
From leaves to breeze, from sleep to coffee, coke
By hard stars, dark, by smell of bread, sunrise
Blank morning, house, the shower, town, sweet people, apple, streets
Night skies skip by, by driving tired, golden bridge
Of a bagel breakfast, halfway full, towards pressing class in cursive,
That hurry, blurred up, unsure, murder, credits, kissing history
I miss the driven highways, smiling sadly, promise lake,
Oh give me freedom, flee this city, give me friends, it’s not the end.


As the sun creeps north, our eyes creep east
A line across the sky I never see;
imagination's silhouette
my memories do bleakly sell
their half-enchanting promises
of places we once reigned;
that sleeping scent of minivan carpet
packed-up bags of boards all wet
from chasing white demons, singing
making memories so deeply set for
seven years; a silhouette is all I get
to tease what passions lie beneath
my snowpacked memories begin to melt
under the autumn's beige cardigan
and every smell an oracle
predicting such a future possible
and mine only imprisoned a monkey-minded dreamer
there is no captive more distressed
than he that's free to choose between logic and destiny.