An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
Visiting your kin folk out in the 'burbs,
In the middle part of autumn.
The stealthy Prius leaves the locals undisturbed.
Like the deviled eggs which you brought 'em.
Rounding a corner, what comes into view.
A walker who spins and stops, facing your direction.
It seemed like a somewhat spastic thing to do,
He wore a harness, like the kind for reflection.
But why the harness, in the light of day?
When pedestrians need protection the least.
But right there in the middle of his chest,
Was a camera like those worn by police.
A slow steady turn was what he was striving.
Keeping the body camera perpendicular.
Was he more interested in who was driving,
Or was his interest purely vehicular.
I assume he was taking videos,
Because he slowly pivoted as I drove by.
Like movies filmed at Screen Gems Studios.
But what if he was capturing still shots,
To get the most accurate representation.
What he does with the photos he's got,
Is pretty much anyone's guesstimation.
As I drove by he spun to keep me in view,
So my license plate number was not ignored.
But his presence was digitally noted too,
By the blind spot camera which I keep on board.
So I'm filming him while he films me.
Seems we question each other's benevolence.
Once grilled by a lawyer in discovery,
You'll know that a video is the best evidence.
Let's close out with a lesson for our youth:
Don't question if your film is admissible.
All authorities like to verify the truth.
You can show it to your high school principal.
Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2018. All rights reserved.
Keywords: Poems about police cameras, photographic poetry, Odes about photographers.