Yellow means go, yellow means go go go

Faster before we are gone. As with the rules of the road,

As with the rules of living in the panic of youth.

Outside the emptiness the lonely are waiting in a queue 

That keeps growing because they are bored bored bored.

They press against each other to feel less alone

And close the distance in one fell swoop when no one is

Looking. The meeting table remains empty but they are

No less guilty with their clammy hands in hands 

Huddled beneath to hide from view. Yellow means

Go ahead until the lights flash red to step on the brake

And shoot past the line and survey 

The corpse of a city you ran over.