Long Commutes
Short… Short… Trip
From pushing concepts of crazy
To driving in the feeding frenzy
Over and through the brink
Without a moment to think
Confused… By the buzz of it all
The tickle of… The free fall
The eruption of… The masses
At the preconceived starting time
Racing blindly to… The unforeseen
To checkered flags at make believe… Finish lines
Committing asphalt crimes
Me against you… You against me
For the promise of… Fools gold
So we all rage the road
As we rubber neck… The distracted ones
Who can’t see their time has come
We all pretend… Not to see
The expressions of… The commute
The painted faces
Of this tribal warfare
The finger in exit of fist
The cut off… You can’t resist
The tailgate… Straight to hell
Embracing the inevitable derail
Into… The guard rail
As the rubberneckers… Salute
The distracted ones
As they complain about… Wasted time
So much wasted time
Just running out of time
On the road of
…long commutes…
So long
So long
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 