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The Web Poetry Corner - Diane Klammer - Driving in my Sleep

Driving in my Sleep

by

Diane Klammer

It's beyond comprehension

that the same situation

occurs day after day

I wear my car like armor

in rush hour traffic

on the LA 405 freeway

Who would have thought

I'd be weaved in

tight and gridlocked

Uptight after

a five minute whoosh

of frantic wheels

For an instant

knowing how movement feels

Rushing

Then horns blare I

jam

against screeching tires

Brakes slam

jarring

to stop for an age

I'm trapped inside this tiny colored cage

while the afternoon sun bakes away

any remnant of twilight's cool

The day is gone

a headache is coming on

I'm sweating pale

Breathing in

this carbon monoxide cocktail

in this claustrophobic space

This is an illusion

of being alone in place

One of so many enclosed compartments

Ungloved third finger

Sign language fool

If not for the music...the musing

This experience would be

Completely crazymaking...confusing

as some no doubt are

Busy darting in and out

Of a space that isn't

They jar

Consciousness as angry bees

insist zigzagging at random

Getting nowhere

My angry fists

try to relax

planes fly over toward LAX

Aiming straight at my

Vulnerable state

Vibrating my space into pseudomotion

We must look to them like slow streams of ants

thousands of insects...a social expanse

ants and bees work as one for the many

I struggle slowly through

the many for the one

after work Sitting waiting

Cars ahead are desperate

grasping for individuality

displaying license plates saying "I'm me"

I can see how far

The line stretches

together we make a tangled ball

Tied up so tightly

we can't move at all

An angry dragon in a net fires a weapon

Starts roaring...can kill

a nation of freedom and will

is this what civilization is about?

So many of us and no way out
We project the effects
of urban misery

On those we choose

to be rejects

still I sit

I'm driving in my sleep

for the money

to survive

Becoming a tense city heap

In this union there is no strength

no movement towards

A solution

Dissolution

Tranquility?

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