031510b Misaligned Teeth Poem by Manonton Dalan

moving slow before me, is long red dots
my right foot spend most on larger pedal
i feel discomfort but my window soothe me
breeze from right to left from your bosom
a gentle hand caressing my face this morn
pulling me to you, your depth blue mystery

i choke from smoke coming from tail pipes
so many more does but we blame our sickness
from eating meats, salt, fats and other garbage
i pay 67 cents a gallon for tax to fix these pot holes
they are still there multiplying everyday, bigger too
at least they are providing jobs for the mechanics

there's that flashing yellow lights again, a long day
who is that blind wanting a space taken already
who is that guy who slowed down in the tunnel
maybe scared of the dark or narrow down hill
now i have a chance to see the bridge make-up
six columns per group, like a misaligned teeth