Ex-Cop

[Spikerider]

I wrote this thing a while ago. I'd like to add another stanza or two, but can't seem to do so without butchering what I already have. I think it can sort of stand on it's own as a vignette though.



I used to be a cop;
prowling the Mardi Gras
tumbleweed of small town Louisiana,
stopping every so often with my partner
for a large double-double and a sprinkle donut.

it's more of a "story" to me than art with words (=poem). if I may suggest the "poem" should use words to let the reader EASILY guess that your a cop. try something like I go out pounding my beat once again... My handcuffs craving sinful skin... etc.