Seizure
I’m all right. I have more highs than lows, it comes and goes. Walkin’ down the street with aching feet and my antique laptop, in a strop. Started a fit that didn’t fit; it just kinda hung. I didn’t have time for it or to sit on the floor for more so I kept on walking, and talking to myself for good health. One foot in front of the other. What a mother! People stare, in a blur, but I only care about her; my kid in school’s no fool………………
Traffic carbonated, colour painted, fizzed sideways, lengthways, always too much rush. Catch the next bus. Don’t push. Can’t get a cab! I wish that lad would take his hands out of his pants, in public, sicko, here I go: Don’t stress! Rest. My lips are numb. I’m dumb. This is no fun. Nearly there, wrong bus, more fuss, lost. Found, just gotta walk around, barrier. Carrier bag bust, fixed, just gotta keep goin’ - showin’ I’m all right.
