love, at a busy intersection
has no traffic pattern
not like some carefully
in tune migration pattern
warning signs flash repeatedly,
a loosely roped mattress
slides on acceleration
where the next in line of succession
may sleep comfortably
unkempt and uncared for bass lines
tremble against the air,
glass and essence vibrate the echo
flashy accessories, uneducated words
grime from the street following tire lines,
deep in the tread it builds
and flows. love,
given the go between drivers
has directions that
did not include the previous
stops.
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