More poetry from the past - bitching about something

Tantric cars,
Steel unmasks

Bright swerving, slowing, stopping
No rhyme, too bloody late a night

Stupid wheels, meaningless travel
Rhymeless stopping, make way
tiny, unmagnifiable traffic

Wasted years add up
by aversion therapy, fines, cops,

unbothered, empty streets poured
out alone musical accompaniment pumping

Sharp turns, tingly awake, early,
hearts surcease; for the world ends
just out of sight.

circadian rhythm syncopates
against the sun
Neurons march to this beat
to fire in time, the mind longs
to fill the darkness.