a series of poetry

I was bored in Chicago at about twelve in the evening, so I decided to write a series of obervational poems about the city and its streets. Comment on them if you want.

Chicago 1

11 o'clock runner
Why don't you slow down?
It's getting late
The sky is black
Tomorrow is only Wednesday

Chicago 2

The cops aren't so bad
Can I go for a ride?
Clean up the streets
Point me in the right direction
See you on the other side

These aren't all of them, I figured I'd space them out.