Bugs on the windshield

Damn those heavy traffics
every time the rush hour struck.
Every bus stops with people,
every train station jam packed.
I really hated those times.

Then the unfortunate thing
would be heavy rains.
rains, flooding streets and alleys
people running for shelter,
the brightly colored umbrellas
and thus the heavy traffic
begins to get worse.

Car skids leading to
unwanted accidents
pedestrians turning to morgues
everything is in perfect chaos,
horns honking, windshields flopping
and sometimes, lights like
Christmas nights.

Turned on the radio
while drowsily honking the horn,
that’s when I remembered
I haven’t turned the windshield on.

My old car, is ancient
I could readily tell
as the windshield turned on
along came, sliding by
the citizens of the underground.

You could readily tell
the car wasn’t often used
or was it that
it never really rained, till now
and one could readily assume
Why,
one could easily hate,
the rush hour traffic
and its accompanying rain.


-August 14, ‘08