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Rush Hour

bumper to bumper push
potholes detours red lights
rearview mirror past flash
regrets breakups foul-ups
windshield view onward, veiled
stressful blurry fearful



5/5/25
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RACING

Bumper to bumper
As we race in convoy 
I and my brothers 
Double trafficator
The lights we give
We all riding on luxurious cars.

Racing to a nigga birthday 
We're on the highway 
Doing things in our own ways
Drip on drip, outfits very outstanding 
A lot of cash available to spend 
We're all living life on a low.

God has been faithful 
Never seize giving 
Even when we're misliving 
Steadily, always coming through 
When we're at our lowest 
So we can never lose, we're not boosting 
It's we, but on God our Father in heaven.

Everyday Work Jam

Bumper to bumper
Skynet Bridge swarm with cars
Daily morning ride.

Winter Bites It

Winter Bites It

The streets are silent
there is no rush hour
no back-up in the William’s tunnel
no bumper to bumper
36 minutes to the Braintree split
The sound of dogs is missing
along with bird bush chatter.
The wind hums coldly
against my windows
an artful frost builds up
on the inside
the old furnace struggles
against the sub zero odds
the cat paws at the door
unaware nature’s litter box
is full.


John G. Lawless
©1/29/2022

A Fall Evening

Stars spark from a deeping, clear, blue winter sky as 
the moon prepares to enter the scene, stage left.

A breeze sweeps away the last blushes of sunlight and 
evening caroling-bells, ring like wind-chimes.

The evening chill makes students walking back from 
classes seem to walk a little closer for warmth. 

Students, huddled to nail down evening plans seem to smoke, 
like the exhaust of cars exiting campus in bumper to bumper traffic. 

Wet sidewalks, like dark and winding mirrors, twist reality, inverting 
and reflecting lights - bending them into pointing the way home.

Coming Home To Her

Random thought
Heading home ,his day long,but he survived ,but stuck as he drove ,bumper to bumper traffic ..his thoughts drifted ,he had called her as he left work,but just the thought of actually getting home to her rose his anxiety..she was special and she knew it..it wasn't only the sex ,she was more.. She made him look forward to hearing how her day was ,always beamed with excitement as she related episodes of her job..and believe it or not she enjoyed listening to his day..they developed that bond...showering together..her drying him off..she always enjoyed.. .chit chat over dinner ,candle light ..all a precursor to ...
More anon..

We'Re All Scum

Weathered hearts take the plummit for different reasons
Behaving freely like the chaotic parasites we were always meant to show how to live life a bit more f*cked up in the fast lane
Cruising around the metropolitan at an all time low
Putrid exhaust fumes gather in thick clouds of dense smog around highly trafficked areas
You take joy in the little things like,
Bumper to bumper commerce for the rest of your uncomfortable life
Rush hour's usual three and a half
Road rage fanatics cursing in tongues and spitting on the inside of their own windsheilds
And, others just honking their own horns because they want in on the action, too
Reminds me of orgies and no one wanting to do it with you so beat off in the corner lonely and probably whining
Humanity is pathetic

White Van Man

White Van Man

White van driver, he couldn’t give a damn
Oh how I wish that he would scram
From lofty heights he owns the road
He’s deft at signs sure to forebode
With cell in hand intent on chat
He swears at the driver wearing a hat
Coursing a path that’s bumper to bumper
Behind the woman, oh how he could thump her
His high sided vehicle sways this way and that
He’ll be there soon with foot down flat
He’s king of the motorway’s third lane
He’d love to shunt and scare, be a right bane
But to him his driving feels quite lame
He’s white van driver who feels no shame
A hotheaded madcap who loves to race
Carrying a smugness all over his face
When home he parks to own the street
Along with others, its quite a fleet
In the morn, he rises with the lark
Returning faithfully after its dark
He’s white van driver, he does what he likes
He tells his neighbours to get on their bikes
His majestic status is sure to be noted
Carrying an image to which he’s devoted
So white van man, you don’t give a damn
But I tell you squarely that you’re a right sham

Another Jewel Sunrise

Pink inks of dawn glow 
through a dissolving fog
lifting botanical shadows
alive with enchanting birds. 
Rustling leaves stir the world awake.

Over the horizon a bustling city throbs,
a million or more people 
going to their jobs,
missing this quiet solitude.

Radios thump. They drive
bumper to bumper,
eyes glued to the freeway.

Another jewel sunrise 
slips right by them.

Traffic In Memphis

Just jumping in.
Everything comes to a halt.
The first few moments don't seem as bad.
Depending on length.
The line of cars.
In a sea of metal 
Something wow happens.
Metal crashes into metal.
Causally passing by.
Everyone is okay.
Making sure to see what happened
They drop speed.
The police attempt to make it through to the scene.
Little to no debris. 
No never-mind to the expensive cars brought to a halt.
The Mercedes Benz, the Porsche out of place slow moving along.
A Black Nissan Sentra with two kids playing in the backseat.
The other side is free to go as they please.
Compared to most places this is nothing.
Try New York. Atlanta. Texas to name a few.
You just jump in, moving from point A to B.
Life is admittedly too short to walk a great distance.
A two car pileup a few miles ahead.
Bumper to bumper no one gives space to breathe.
A Cadillac honks in frustration.
The Black Nissan honks back in attempt to get over.
Inching closer to maneuver it's way in front.
After everyone takes a glance at the pileup.
Traffic is back to normal.
The two kids continue to play like nothings happened

My Modern Day Reality

My Modern Age Reality

The daily commute a daily grind
Bumper to bumper you will find
Asking “are you out of your mind”
Hoping to spot someone that is kind

Road rage is now the new adage
To get where you’re going at this stage
Maybe this can be forestalled with courage
Though that is wishful thinking at this age

My child in the back seat 
She’s my daily joy when I do pick her up and we meet
Her arms outstretched as if to greet
Though the morning drop off isn’t so neat

A woman in a job no less
That a man used to do my guess
Why does it feel so thankless
Although that paycheck is a bliss

At the end of a long day I just want to rest
But hubby dear has announced a guest
Shopping, cooking, cleaning is now my quest
After all we want to show our best

The closing of the door and a big sigh
Tells me that bedtime is nigh
But first tidy up both low and high
Maybe it’s worth a hug from my big guy

My head comes to rest on the pillow
A last glance out the window at the willow
And a snuggle with mine bedfellow 
Leads to a day’s afterglow

That’s all I have for today’s sideshow

Andreas Simic©

Journey To Tranquility

Journey to Tranquility

As I nestle into the seat of my
Far from new mode of transport
I steel myself for the journey ahead
In my mind I plan out the route for this day

I'm sure bumper to bumper was invented here
There will be that slow crawl up the parkway
This will turn into the raceway as we hit the expressway
Where I let her go

Road rage is the new adage
So one must be aware not to stare or glare
This gauntlet must be run to arrive alive
Success here brings relief 

As we turn onto a highway of only two lanes
Gains can be made though watch for deer
Home after home turns into farm land
As the lights of the city disappear

Another left, then one more with pavement
Becomes gravel for many a mile
Don’t go too far there it is on the right
A smile appears as it comes into sight

The scurry of a fox across the driveway
The chirp of birds as you exit the car
The smell of a lake and its shore
You are at the cottage and tranquility galore

It is worth the drive every time.

Andreas Simic©

The Madness Starts

I'm awakened by the scream of steam
from a spicy coffee-scented dream.
Sleep can't ignore that piercing sound,
nor the scent of fragrant beans fresh ground.

Knowing that the day's schedule is tight,
I head for work while traffic's still light.
For the city crawls at its peak rush,
and many cars get caught in the crush.

Bumper to bumper, the madness starts,
jostling for position stresses hearts.
And when hot engines stall, tempers flare,
drivers get mad and begin to swear.

A serpentine line of rust and paint
slinks forth, fueling constant complaint.
And exhaust fumes seep into the car
as it creeps ahead, windows ajar.

Flashing brake lights, or a honking horn,
invites the finger and instant scorn.
Time inches forward trying to pass
flattened tires and shards of broken glass.

I arrive safely, despite the squeeze,
and parking my car, tensions ease.
Later, I'll need to fight my way back,
or leave early, and beat the rat pack.


(Rhyme)


10/17/2017

Wonder

Birdsong serenade
Sun beams streaming;
Abrupt illumination

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Food mall gallery
Tempting flavours;
Sensational buzz

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Busy feet scatter
Muddy puddles;
Rain water gushing

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Humid weather burns
Dehydrated faces;
Scotching heatwave

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Severe flu bout
Head dizzy drowsy;
Coughing frustration

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By this bench
Watch busy people;
Pursuing taut agendas

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City fringe footpath
Workday buzz zigzags;
Toils and pursuits

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Old couple walking
Stop to review signposts;
Figuring the way home

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Old man sits here
Watching each day;
No one for company

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Curious brown squirrel
Searching up and down;
Ancient tree trunk

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Movie glimpses
Home entertainment;
Siesta comes quick

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Walking meditation
Silent mantra chant;
Focus frames feelings

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Bumper to bumper
City traffic moves;
Slower than snails

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Drama flings
Melodrama curves;
Afternoon matinee

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Leon Enriquez
04 May 2016
Singapore

Choke Point

CHOKE POINT

Our roads are at choke point 
as traffic descends into gridlock chaos. 
Cars, lorries, buses and vans 
all bumper to bumper in a traffic 
jam ten miles long. This is a vision 
of the technological world 
in which we live where both man 
and machine grind to a halt.

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