Looking At The Side Mirror
Take a deep breath, a little patience before honking loud that horn. It crawls in because it need to be made right. Every flaw is carved in Gothic on a tablet. It scares you down, deep! Because you fall to it. If you can hold it down, you will be free from its dirty fingers. Move the car, the traffic jam is moving. Sleep not on your thoughts.
(Listening Poem) Prince Udeh