Road Poem # 6 : The Grid-Locked Dream

Phantom traffic jams,
smooth flowing traffic suddenly comes to a halt
and the ripples spread back
cars bumper to bumper
bringing road rage - like clouds bring rain - road rage :

the stiffled frustration of sexual impotency
while imagining high speed automobile accidents
and car wrecks with all the metal eroticism which they imply.,
sexual repression as the precursor to the death fantasy,
halted snuff movies backed up for miles
listening to the traffic reports on their radios...

We are in danger of coming to a standstill.
Our imaginations dreamed up super-highways
with the same cold logic as the concentration camps.,
detention to create efficiency :
we feel tragically alone but we are not,
we are all locked inseparably together.
We feel impotent yet secretly we know
that we could turn the world on its head
with a single shared heart beat...

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