The Panic Attack
The familiar street suddenly so fearful.
Cars and people move out of time,
traffic lights are Martians under blackening skies.
The universe is suspended, and for a moment
I see raindrops on my shore.
A violet-blue hurricane blows hrough,
my eyes stop a tear or two.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath.
Heart races, nervous twitches
as 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
as I pretend to read the paper to the outside world.
Heart races, nervous twitches.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,
my eyes stop a tear or two.
A violet-blue hurricane blows through,
I see raindrops on my shore.
The universe is suspended, and for a moment
traffic light are Martians under blackening skies.
Cars and people move out of time.
The familiar street suddenly so fearful.
(c) Sam Burcher 2017