Poetry again

As some of you know, I took a couple of poetry workshop courses in college. I have tried writing some again, but I haven't been happy with most of it. Here is one that is OK. 5 June

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The road is ensnarled
with the traffic
it can't handle

It can only think
in two directions at a time,
though the channels
of thought admirably
span 8, 10, 14 lanes
wide
curving and branching
left and right
in coordinated arches

so the impulses
the bursts in
red, green, white
silver, black
big blue hulks
or the powerful giants
hauling their massive
dirty trailers

get hung up
at the bend in the knees
or the strangle
of the neck to the brain
and tick forward
as little spaces clear
itching
making your neck hot,
so you rub it while
you wait for the light
and smoke another cigarette.