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traffic jam

this freeway is

the path to your future –

but brake lights blink in front

controlling you –

stop – go – stop – go – stop


the roadside billboards

push & pull on your desires

offering all that you need

for a new improved life


slowly you roll

forward (in space

.                  backwards) in time

while your prescription drug fuelled mind

whispers of conspiracies


you take in polluted air

(a consequence of progress)

& hope for some movement

as your life overtakes you