Wave Lengths After Witter Bynner Spectra Megapole Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Automobiles take toll as urban streets
no way resemble freeway, long delays
show shell to shell pace tortoise slow which beats
the point of transport freedom roundelays.
decoded as route rout riot symbols trafficking influence.

3D printed tailgate design chrome status symbols
guzzle gas as traffic jams spread craze,
with here a siren, there crash clash loud as cymbals.
Conduct unbecoming, becoming hazardous, dismays.

So many crocodiles ride roughshod over pedestrian crossings,
slithering uncurbed from the high street banks
upstream tide marks into the flow of traffic waves,
tip to stressed tail procession suss out ways
short cuts cut second thoughts, each would gain rank
in dawn to dusk's infernal interplays.

Uptown, downtown, cross-country, all directions,
stop/go, they glow in their own night reflections
mirrored on some grid map geo-t[r]opic,
spreading pollution upon the predatory river road of time,
spinning wheels on track for appointment which completes
numbered plate phase, until each meets
planned obsolescence.