Post-It Poetry

I've had these stickies in my pockets for weeks now and I just realized what on earth they were. Stranded without computer power on the way to work during Christmas break (somehow I only had schoolbooks that I couldn't bear to open), I spent my time on the bus jotting down notes about the people around me. The better thoughts I attempted to distill into lines or phrases that might be useful when penning verse. Whether or not I had any success is another matter. A sampling of the poetic bits, and just some random notes:

• Say good morning to all the bus stop angels
• Lost dreams play at the B.P.O.E
• The AM alcoholic reads, "What Is Right To Do"
• Three day suits, filled with muni transfers
• Liquid amber leaves litter California oaks
• Palms wave at the Blue Oak Park
• Evergreens browning at La Parisienne
• Rubber tears leak cold
• Apollo's laser heats heads
• The bikini-clad coteries pass in caravans
• Citrus Cove's elite thumb their nose at the college

A quick glossary:

• The B.P.O.E. hosts a bingo game on Wednesday nights
• A fellow named Apollo has a hair replacement practice
• Citrus Cove is The Gates of Azusa, CA, just up the street from the community college
• I don't have the faintest clue where the bikinis come from

Whenever the democratic man in me decides to turn to poetry, I'll see if I can't stitch something together using a line or two from this bunch. If it ever happens, I promise to debut on The Doughty Traveler, a TDT exclusive. Ooo deh lolly!