Bullet for My Traffic
Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping
waiting for the Great Wall of China
to move. An angelic rift wafts over
the stereo, calming the boiling rage
bottling up in the gut for a few
more minutes.
The ambience, a slip into
outer space, the guitar
sparking child-like awe-
a blessing to my strife
Holding back insanity with reins,
I scream I’m coming home
I’ve been gone for far too long
Brake lights two-step ahead
teasing a false reality
of turning tires
Thoughts drift across
the gaps in the music
the pot stopped boiling
an unsettling calm, into
A thundering storm
formed within the car
It seems I lost the reins, since
my hearts burst into flames.
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