06-03-2016, 02:02 AM
Edit 1:
It’s rainy season, and the streets are clogged
with mopeds, puddles, and the violent shrieks
of rusted brakes. The air is dense and dark
and moving, with meat smoke tendrils,
exhaust pipe plumes, and evening siren pangs.
I drive with no objective, aimlessly
winding through the coughing, drooling city.
Original
It’s rainy season, and the streets are clogged
with mopeds, puddles, and the violent shrieks
of passing horns. My glasses are so fogged
I can’t see past the man in front of me,
so I follow as we run through a red
and swerve to merge with the turning masses.
The truck behind me honks to say I’d best
evacuate the lane, or wind up sprawled
across the road like bugs on a windshield.
It’s rainy season, and the streets are clogged
with mopeds, puddles, and the violent shrieks
of rusted brakes. The air is dense and dark
and moving, with meat smoke tendrils,
exhaust pipe plumes, and evening siren pangs.
I drive with no objective, aimlessly
winding through the coughing, drooling city.
Original
It’s rainy season, and the streets are clogged
with mopeds, puddles, and the violent shrieks
of passing horns. My glasses are so fogged
I can’t see past the man in front of me,
so I follow as we run through a red
and swerve to merge with the turning masses.
The truck behind me honks to say I’d best
evacuate the lane, or wind up sprawled
across the road like bugs on a windshield.