The Super Ego In The Back Seat

Dear Paper and Pen,
Please tell me
as the driver and I agree
that I am now late late;
are images needed
for poetry to be?
Is highway traffic
the problem
or am I held up
by blockages in me?
Will the accident
victim be alright?
Does it only matter
that now I’m moving?
What about loss of life
through the Tsunami -
do I feel such tragedy?
Dear Diary, driver says
we’re almost there
Gotta go, more later, maybe
Yours – Neil Fleischmann
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