segunda-feira, 10 de agosto de 2026

The Commuters Crisis


Sense of together
Rush tests patience
Streets are days
Vans and trucks run hours by

Blue smoke gushes
daylight combustion

Urgency spreads yoga armas and legs
Traffic jams in every direction
The mind is a distracted goose chase
Through smog and laughter and backfiring motorbikes

Garages have undergound arms
The boom gate keeps you out you are empty handed.

Impulsive horn violent imposing
Burst into well timed tears of a person burning out
Heated temples rapid heartbeat unable to hug themselves
The greenlight shines down accelerate only to break


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