the wind
through the assortment
of construction equipment
forms a symphonic catastrophe
in industrial wind chimes
squealing gears grinding
as the chains dance
high above hard hat
adorned ants in
neon vests

it took two hours
to travel less than
forty miles as
the plaque buildup
in asphalt arteries
leads to a congestion
starving the heart
of commerce into
sullen submission

all i want
is to slip back between
the sheets and find
the derelict dreams
abandoned by alarms
tracing the sinuous curve
of contentment rather
than suffer in silence
working to attain
someone else’s hopes