Overheating

Overheating

A Poem by saratogaparty

My car, my computer and my

Mind have a habit of overheating.

“Just blast the heater,” someone said

And he was right I discovered while

Driving home from work, sitting in the stomach of

Downtown LA moving 5 miles an hour toward

Home.  My toes were burning up from the heat,

But I made it home without that weekly appointment with

The side of the road.

 

And you know people will just pass you

Right up because hazard lights are too

Inconvenient. Sorry that I use emergency

Lights in the event of emergency unlike

Most that just use them when

They park in the red while waiting for

Someone to be done dropping off the

Mail or getting ready for that big date tonight

Or even smoking weed in their car before they go

See that one movie or Princess Aurora at Disneyland.

It’s another world inside of another world inside of another

World that you happen to be stuck in and that’s just

Life.

 

Hey, quit your honking! Use the crosswalk!

There was no one behind me couldn’t you wait to

Turn?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A F*****G SIGNAL IS?!

Why would you cut me off and brake? You know you can

Make a right on a red, right? Turn off your goddamn

Brights. S**t, it’s a cop, quick roll your tinted windows down.

Don’t throw that cigarette butt out the window. SLOW DOWN.

 

Quit your honking,

Quit your Pacing

Quit your jonsing

Quit your bitching.

 

While I wait for my mind to cool

Down.

© 2013 saratogaparty


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Added on February 14, 2013
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Tags: Los Angeles, Traffic, Poetry, Writing, Creative Writing, Humans

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saratogaparty
saratogaparty

Los Angeles, CA



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