My first post - rate my poem

debernieresfan

I wrote this on one of the stormy days last week. Please give me your opinion

Thanks

Green bins silently scream for help
Their innards divulged so crudely
Gulls become illusionists, defying gravity
Skirt liffs, underwear displayed rudely

Cyclists fight against invisible forces
On the path is that Marcel Marceau?
Ten steps it takes to move a yard
Ten thousand more he has to go

Are they playing hide and seek at the stop?
Is it perhaps the driver’s birthday?
So when he stops to pick up two
Ten jump out “Hip hip hooray”

Yesterday’s news can still be read
Through the air I see it flutter
Plastic bottles cascade rapidly
Sweet wrappers shelter along the gutter

Clouds cannot come to a shared decision
On a commonality of direction
A Willow bends but does not break
Like an old man’s half-hearted genuflection

Cocooned inside my warm cabin
My windy day looks so bizarre
As if the world outside is off its head
Sanity only found inside my car