Construction Constriction Poem by Cretan Maineiac

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...

*Whatdafuckyouneedbothlanesfor? ! ? ! *

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

*Howdafuckwesupposedtoknowwegottastopwhenyougotthe
-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.