Poems About Frustration by New Members

When I'm in my car I think about things
Like the buzzards that always loiter over the highway,
And the orange hue sinkining into its asfault,
And the 1968 Volkswagen Bug that's been sitting on the shoulder for 3 days,
And what I'm going go wear tomorrow,
And the eyeless shadow figures peering in at me,
And how many opossums get hit by cars on this stretch of road every day,
Probably explains the buzzards.
I also think about why I hate my job so much
And if any of the shadow figures thought I was hot,
And if the person who drove the...

Flower, first of spring,
Standing in solidarity.
Alone atop a hill,
Quite an irregularity.

Microphone and camera,
Chart for recording.
This flower has stories to tell,
Why and who and how and when and I become a shell
As I want more.

Silence.
I press,
Silence.
I stress,
Silence.

Cry and shout
And scream and pout
And still silence from the flower.

Is it mad?
Is it insane?
All I am asking are simple questions
And the flower returns my exasperation
With no...

Flower, first of spring,
Standing in solidarity.
Alone atop a hill,
Quite an irregularity.

Microphone and camera,
Chart for recording.
This flower has stories to tell,
Why and who and how and when and I become a shell
As I want more.

Silence.
I press,
Silence.
I stress,
Silence.

Cry and shout
And scream and pout
And still silence from the flower.

Is it mad?
Is it insane?
All I am asking are simple questions
And the flower returns my exasperation
With no...