Irruption

December 6, 2010
By jujums1 GOLD, New York, New York
jujums1 GOLD, New York, New York
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Engine
Deafening sirens
The screeching of the tires
The mumbling radio
Tireless cogs
Boom, bang, bing!
Tangled cables
In its heart
Honk, hank, bang!

It purrs in anxiety
In ecstasy, advances
Crushing below litter and glass;
It slithers in vanity
'Till it runs out of juice,
Go ahead and give it some juice!

The surrounding voices fade
As I stare into the nothingness
Of chunks of metal plates
Handled by working ants;
They crawl about and struggle
To reproduce horses of the future
And find the coins in their s***

Pollute my cloudy ears
And suck the energy from my bones;
Give it more juice
And bite off my peace and composure
'Till I become aloof
And out of juice

Stop the roaring of the motor
The swishing window wipers
The ticking turning signal
Infesting my little head!

Oh, buzzing beast!
Steam's bursting out my pores!
Throbbing fire in my veins!
I'll defeat those working ants
So they never rest again!


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem when I was walking down the street and was extremely annoyed with the racket made by cars and people around me when all I wanted was to clear my head. I began reflecting about the urban world and how industrial development impacts on our habits and well-being. This poem shows how one can easily become part of a stressful routine and have shifts in mood, by losing patience, for instance, and even character/values. The narrator has been personificated so I could better express how external chaos can invade one completely.

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