even with
satellites helping
navigate
i got turned
around by an
accident
and was suddenly
lost somewhere
outside burleson
choking down
frustration and
the edges of a
panic attack
the seatbelt
too tight across
my chest and i
cannot catch my
fucking breath
going in circles
on backroads
i need to stop
but i cannot
angrily speeding
barely holding on
no sounds except
my ragged breathing
knowing doom awaits
no matter which
way i turn
a total meltdown
at sixty five
around deadman curves
as my heart beats
my mind to death
in adrenalized spasms
and there is no hope