Some Pre-Christmas Haikus

Creatures of commerce
Dead expressions in their eyes
Mindlessly shopping

Buy bigger, better
Advertisements everywhere
Never good enough

Quaint trappings of souls
Lost on the road to nowhere
O Suburbia

Strings of colored lights
Tacky ornamentation
Battling neighbors

Need for perfection
Destroys holiday spirit
And misses the point

Whistle Blowin'

I don’t usually write poetry, but I scribbled this out last night and thought I’d share:

Whistle Blowin’

Everyday I see
Trains pass,
And I think about
Hopping on,
Like a traveler
With a knapsack
On his shoulder,
To take me away
From here.