3030 lbj

missed turns
wrong exits
driving lost
in a city of
confusing junctions
one way disillusions
spinning on a
falling farther
from the lines
on the digital
display signalling
nothing but
red lines as the
seconds turn
to hours in a
display of
flashing lights
orange barrels
and closures
as the traffic
piles upon itself
an anaconda ball
of writhing horror
the roads lined
with arterial plaque
darting deep
underground in
poorly painted
hives of white lines
blank signs pointing
every direction
except for the exit
simmering anxiety
under tons of
hastily reinforced
bad ideas where
frustration is the
ink they use
to etch the atlas
of recurring
nightmare disambiguations


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