Traffic Islands from Obsessives by Bob Gaulke

Traffic Islands

Amongst poorly designed things
we construct relationships
The world does its thing
we go about our business

struggle it's trouble
dangerous and beautiful
swirling motions
of oceans of vehicles

all I ever need
is you to be here
nothing else matters
take my passwords

we vibrate we change
we do evil things
spending nights and days
balancing sanities

nights slow dancing
on broken glass
over the surface of a planet
made entirely of gas

morning thoughts
abstract, unbroken
fold themselves up
as the door opens

struggle it's trouble
dangerous and beautiful
swirling motions
of oceans of vehicles

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