Slowly, every so slowly. Moving slightly then stopping. Then again and moans escape. God, it's sooooo long and hard. Yes... Oh yes, it'll make you crazy. Oh... Oh God it's so hot! Squirming, moving around Head turning right and left Roaring in the ears The pace quickens Slowing down again... Not yet... no, not yet. Not fast, not hurried Such slow torture Nerves fired up Ready to explode Yeah, well up yours, pal. Bastage cut me off. Rush hour commute on I-95 in summer.
Nice GHackle nice, I agree I 95 is slow torture and my daily commute.
ben999dungarvan, Waterford IrelandAug 23, 2010
i live in an ancient quiet valley, in the mountains, rush hour traffic consists of bringing cows to be milked, i have no desire gardenhackle, to learn the true meaning, of this rush hour poem.
beautifulyouNew York, USAAug 23, 2010
"Sly dog"
So provocative, only to end up on I-95
Brilliantly choreographed gardenhackle! Wasn't expecting that ending at all.
I do the Stratford to Connecticut commute so I can write an epic about the pain.
Ladyjjeast, Norfolk, England UKAug 23, 2010
Loved this Gardenhakle I admit I know nothing of 1-95? (Highway/tube?) but do understand the frustrations of rush hour! A great twist to your poem.. keep them coming!
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So provocative, only to end up on I-95
Brilliantly choreographed gardenhackle! Wasn't expecting that ending at all.
I'm so feelin' your pain
If you wrote a book on how to survive I-95, I bet you'd make a fortune!
I admit I know nothing of 1-95? (Highway/tube?) but do understand the frustrations of rush hour!
A great twist to your poem.. keep them coming!
Ljj
Shall we take the country route next...LOL
Neat write
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