thinking about somewhere, going nowhere

the traffic was pretty smooth until i reached the bend where olive turns into barham. on that wondrous wind that signals entrance into a fake plastic world, the cars were stopped heel-toe, heel-toe.

"what's the hold up here?"

maybe the lights were set to stall, an experiment in anger management. or perhaps it was a test in patience. only the level-headed would pass.

i switched from station to station trying to find a song to whittle away time to. nothing.

and so my mind started pacing...

crushed metal
rubber tracks
the air bag halfway exploded
my flat tire
AAA and 7 mile tows
crushed hope
sentimental soundtracks
the friendship halfway exposed
my deflated ego
CAT and 7 days no show

i'm emptily following other cars and feel more lost than ever.