Construction Constriction - Poem by Cretan Maineiac
FLAGGER AHEAD stopped up the
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
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
brakes, my RUSH-stamped
package & Ramtough
Intimidator on my
rear bumper alike forced to
*Whatdafuckyouneedbot hlanesfor? ! ? ! *
Armstrong-Peary Flagger glared like the
RushHour sun @
>>>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
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
Construction constriction less reason than rhyme
Part of the fun of the some-sum-summer time.
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