Frustration

Quiet uncertainty

Silence, curtain like

drapes the mind

Prickle stomach bit

 

Fine

Trying to mess up
My beat, mr. Police
Bullseye hood
Suspended. Driving ceased

On state time out
No revving the engine.
The sweet release of
Going wherever I please

No singing loud and
proud, sound pouring
All around in
Harmony with downtown

No hand catching waves
Hair blowing on my face
Enjoying my private
Little stage

Because I won’t
Confine to arbitrary
Marks telling me
Where to park

I’m queen of the streets
Stick it on the windshield
Sign of defiance
For all to see