let’s grab our shit and go

Image by Sinitta Leunen on Unsplash

all I hear is the sound of traffic—
cars whooshing past…
right here,
my little window to the world lets it all in
—it clouds my head and makes me hate the road
…I’d rather live near the airport
than on a busy street
because at least the sound of machines in flight
has a sort of impressive majesty to it —
metal beasts leaving earth for the heavens
to take human beings somewhere far away…
but the cars, they’re gross and ugly and low
to the ground—the cars, ugh, the cars
are as stuck as I am,
on routines to jobs,
rushing on lunch breaks
speeding to pick up snotty rich kids
from school and sports…
the suburban net, the preppy sprawl,
the patchwork matrix, I hate it all…
when the hell is it going to rain?
when the hell is it going to fade?
make it dim, make it slow, let’s
quiet down, let’s grab our shit and go

Franco Amati 2023