Traffic Jam Blues
Chaos consumes the road
A beckoning blinker
Shouts many curse words
In no hurry
Unfazed by the pandemonium
I’ll get there when I get there
Like a descending plane
Once on the astral
He asked
I said I like my bagels plain
Mary save us
It begins to corrode the brain
A deficit
Amongst the disorder
Panic amidst the folk
End
Time
Recapture
Where is mine
I know you’re out there
I feel your every breath.
Long awaited,
you’re closer than you’ve ever been. Trials triumphed,
tribulations saluted,
all in a manner
to get to you.