The Panic Attack (A Specular poem)

Suddenly, the familiar street is so fearful.
Cars and people move out of time,
traffic lights are Martians under blackened skies.
The universe is suspended and for a moment
I see raindrops on my shore.
A violet-blue storm blows through,
as my eyes stop a tear or two.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,
heart races, nervous twitches.
I pretend to read the paper to the outside world,
Turner’s painting stands out on the page.
I fix on a sunset vision of Margate,
my calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked.

My calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked,
I fix on a sunset vision of Margate.
Turner’s painting stands out on the page.
I pretend to read the paper to the outside world,
heart races, nervous twitches.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,
as my eyes stop a tear or two.
A violet-blue storm blows through,
I see raindrops on my shore.
The universe is suspended, and for a moment
traffic lights are Martians under blackened skies.
Cars and people move out of time,
Suddenly, the familiar street is so fearful.

 

Sam Burcher

 

 

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