Traffic jam
I should not write about life when living.
You write about loves
and heart breaks. I will write
about traffic jams.
I will write about the fingers
that die
like short cuts to dreams
in manipulating cars
through traffic jams.
You write about loves
and heart breaks. I will write
about traffic jams.
I will write about the fingers
that die
like short cuts to dreams
in manipulating cars
through traffic jams.
We put ghosts in machines.