Thursday, 14 November 2013


Traffic Jam

It is nice to sit in a forest
watching a fox.
But I am on this highway
watching Joe asshole
cutting me off.
An hour not moving
Producing a trance and
The car becomes me,
I become it.
The tires become asphalt
below where I sit.
All becomes one if
you can see it that way.
Like fluid in a jar,
and if you did not know it,
you would not look for a car.
You would see flashes of movement
in a mixed jello mold,
which would explain something
like how thoughts create fusion.
Add colour to the mix,
See yourself as intrusion,
Creating the illusion,
Casting the roles,
Making curtain calls,
it's only a made up world
after all.

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