the soothing music plays softly
in the quiet heated place
where folks come to hide and be quiet and slow.
But to get here
you need only take
the violent speeding highway
full-up with crater-sized ditches adjacent to tiny jarring barrels,
and malicious tailgaters
and all degree of buzzing and flashing lights,
and shielded eyes.
Oh america, i am slogging through your muck and clogging your steel arteries
i am filling your crater-sized ditches with malice.
now i am calm
but i will not forget
nor readily depart thusly from my anxiety
nor from my erstwhile rage.