A body enmeshed
in the dullard traffic
Intravenous circuits, downhill highways
By my side, snaking waterways
Ruthless traffic now bashes
No faces, no lyrical intimate
Blast out like canopener
This soul-flying i have dreamed
Skyscraping every distance
The wheels of time shift
I ching scheduled polarities
Thoughts scatter and drift
This dream of civilization
Robbing a beating heart in razor passage
Vocal cords abound through humid air
As eyeballs roam for goods and services
I catapult like severed horsemen
Urging freedom to refract from windshields
Categories:
canopener, imagination,
Form: Free verse