Jam

It just goes on and on,
like a never ending chain.
Sky blue snake of steel.
Stopped.
Each wheel fixed.
Each tyre locked on
this circle, motorway.

Iterating zombies sit and hit
controls and weep.
Blinks are sleep.
Flies flit, and mate.
Sky, locked.
A long wait, so long,
and pointless.
This endless day.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.