Car crash coloured sky #poem

Pray for the city shining through puddles

Soaking my parka and pizza and soul

Say this pilgrim expects cuddles

After a long and weary walk home.

Traffic lights in bloom, they stop, I run

A jungle of fluorescent smog my goal

Home is where there is no sun

Only traffic and a commune of moles.

Catch me chasing red dots round the block

Heaven rooted in standstill and wheels

Blinkers indicate a sudden stop

of beeping, thinking, sirens and heels.

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