The Bumps in the Road

Loosely hang the cloth

The clothes

The superimposed

Of fear speaking in your ear.

Tell it loudly

Justify and plunge

Into pointless scenes

From the director's cut

Leaving all the in between behind

Clipping scenes from movies you watch

Couch under ass

Remote in grasp

Clicking at the FF button

Getting to the good scene

...Hitting pause...

Sometimes slamming it like breaks

And everyone can hear you screech

It takes a minute to peel your foot

From the floor and realize it’s time to

Move on

Step forward

Step forward

Roll like a wheel

With the punches of pause

The bumps in the road