Jammed

In the twisting tail
Of steel and glass

I pass the time
And time passes me


As I fidget
Concerned with matters of no consequence
Ahead
Tarmac triage survey the debris
Of life devastated.

On my right
A sales rep takes the opportunity
To read between the lines

Here we are
One huge idling engine
With enough horses and fuel
To go around the world

But we can`t even get round the roundabout....

















Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-03-03 at 22:34

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