Status Epilepticus

For epileptics.

 

Indelible fear

where the music plays loud.

Stretching and pulling

Every note,

A fist to a wall.

A zing to a snap,

A penchant for violence,

Is on the fast track.

 

She’s moving quicker

With a silent flicker

She’s falling backwards

As I’m getting bigger

A towering colossus

Breaks on the ground

A snake down a ladder

With a shivering rattle.

The roof of my mind,

Its steel now rent,

By a tumbling tornado

Of a force majeure.

A lake of green piss,

A stream of black bile,

The march of the shoes,

Ring at the head,

Hands stroke the air

With fingers that dance.

The train’s stopping.

The words in a pot,

A smell like honey,

Drenched and hot.

A swelling of the tongue

The crushed lower lip

An old man’s spittle,

Sweet baby s**t.

 

I walk this city,

Urban in flight,

Where muggers trail

In the shop window lights,

In search of doorways

And grim litter traps,

Where I can Fit

In Peace when you pass.