congestion

a yellow car
flipped on its back
as traffic snakes
slowly down
the highway alight
with red and blue
the skies shift
from a manic
melon back into
the dismal berth
that never rains
just hovers over
in judgment of
the admonished sinners
seeking an ending
to a week of pious
capitalist worship
a green car darts
lane to lane to lane
moving three times
as far as the rest
while falling
farther behind the swarm
three white vans
a rolling road block
eyes locked on
the flashing lights
a dam holding back
the seas of impatience
and i am a minnow
amongst angry sharks
headed to another call
in a repetition of
self made hell

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