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Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Construction Constriction


FLAGGER AHEAD stopped up the
Train of
Oncoming Traffic w/ a simple

STOP sign, speared into the gravelly ground in a
manner reminiscent of
Admiral Peary or Neill Armstrong, Flagger's regimental

colors allowing dumptruck and
backhoe their
play, prisonorange barrels &

cones marking the campaign trail ('there's
two seasons in
Maine: wintah and construction') of infrastructural repair &

FINES DOUBLED a firm counterpoint to
scheduling conflicts ('what
took you so long? ') .

*Do i see what i see?
Is Flagger's left hand directed toward my lane?
Daring to assume the authority formerly reserved for the Sign? ? ? *

Dumptruck & backhoe snorted as i
stomped the
brakes, my RUSH-stamped

package & Ramtough
Intimidator on my
rear bumper alike forced to

~~~wait...

*Whatdafuckyouneedbot hlanesfor? ! ? ! *

Armstrong-Peary Flagger glared like the
RushHour sun @
Intimidator, but

*Howdafuckwesupposedtoknowwegottastopw henyougotthe
-SIGN-
facingtheotherway? *

>>>I gotta' be to
-work ('...oversleep? ')
-home ('Where were you? ')
-school (at 4 PM?)
-'the Children! ! ! '<<<

Exasperated & dripping in prisonorange-
vested sweat drowning
black flies down his neck, Flagger turns the Sign so that

STOP commands the
Intimidator &
me as it did the stopped-up

Train of oncoming traffic, which
took this slue from STOP to
SLOW as a cue to proceed...

and the dumptruck & backhoe snorted
~~~waiting~~~

Construction constriction less reason than rhyme
Part of the fun of the some-sum-summer time.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, September 10, 2008

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  • David Desantis (7/7/2008 9:58:00 AM)

    heheh i get the idea that this is intentionally vague and confusing...really fun word play here...construction is a pain in the ass! (Report) Reply

  • Scarlett Treat (6/18/2008 10:58:00 AM)

    I nearly got hit by a truck just this morning, and the signal holder had told me to go, but the guy on the side of the road was also waving on the man driving the big black truck that nearly wiped me out....Welcome to Mississippi, Toyota! ! ! (Report) Reply

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