Smooth Going
When Traffic Seems Light
He would break her heart
Was known from the start
She would dodge the traffic
She felt pornographic
One-way streets take only half of us home
When the lights turn all green
Mind the smooth, slippery scene
You won't see reckless drivers
Who don't stop for survivors
It's in the Y-chromosome
Maturity skewed pursuant to gender
Asynchrony puts you under his fender
Walk — don't walk — push the button to cross
Lest you walk the crosswalk of loss
Dancing to a false metronome
Following submissive, another
Invites you surely to smother
Looking first both ways
Is the way to self-praise
The blind all roam to bemoan
Moral compasses can fail
Fallacies countervail
Steer you away from true north
When you allow it henceforth
The curb is in your genome
When traffic seems light
That's just you in bombsight
Between every green signal
Is a caution light fearful
Yellow is more than monochrome
The change from yellows
To reds for bedfellows
Is never easy or smooth
But ramps of half-truths
A ramp a false prodrome
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (2)
Inspirational and loving it!!!
It's in the Y-chromosome. That line made my jaw drop! My best friend always uses that phrase, lol. Loved your poem!