The Cop Collection

A few poems inspired by my time with the Sheriff's Department.



Sorry, but this poem has been removed. The anonymity of the internet made me feel comfortable posting this poem, but after Michael McCarthy's column in the LA Times attempted to identify which department I worked for, I'm afraid that this might bring up some bad memories for people who think its about them.


(Kekan no Haiku desu yo.)

White powder outline
of spotless blue uniform;
Next time, buy a glazed.

Disgruntled mother
turns anger on officer;
son shrugs sympathy.

Directing traffic,
cop looks on as two cars meet;
Just another day.

Bacon sizzling
in driver's seat of parked car;
Cop cars need A/C.