I found a black binder full of poetry I wrote in college. It's kind of interesting-a lot of the poems sound alike. I was exploring zeugmas (or syllepsis, specifically). "Ancient sheets of unmade paper"
I also seemed to be obsessed with alliteration: "Cactus Crosses" "Swallow sweet"
A couple are still good.
Rings Around Rings
I saw it.
He didn't notice.
My eyes followed the radar:
rings around rings around rings.
They stretched to the edge of the pool,
still circling, even as they disappeared.
I watched them and I waited.
He was surprised when
his glasses covered over suddenly
with a dozen blurry lenses.