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The Panic Attack

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 A specular poem by Sam Burcher

 

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 through 

my eyes, stopping a tear or two.

Inside, my lungs are spluttering for breath.

Heart races, nervous twitches

as I pretend to read the paper to the world outside.

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 world outside.

Heart races, nervous twitches.

Inside, my lungs are spluttering for breath,

my eyes stopping 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