Some days
poetry ideas form a parade through my mind,
one right after the other
like a dozen baby elephants
each holding on tightly
to the tail of the one in front of it.
Some days they’re locked in a portable jail that is being
watched over by an unusually large gorilla with a perpetually bad attitude.
Try to guess what today was like.
Write here, Joel. 
I don’t know how poetic this is, but I love the similes. 🙂
Nope, no poetry, just comment. But it was a similitical comment. Like how I created a new word, there?