There’s screaming in my head
Crocodiles paddle through a swamp
Of numb neurones;
Hissing calls to each other
From bereft beds.
A trickling bow-wave
Parts before a pair of nostrils,
And yellow slit eyes
Stare from the mind’s retina.
Rage of head and words tumbled
And tripped in mad profusion –
Frustration hastens the anxiety ring.
Crocodiles crawl – scrawled across the sand –
Time distorts and out there, is in here.
Fists beating the head,
“Not me!” “Not me!” “Not me!”
Pirates’ flag – the beaten ground,
An alarm clock ticks and rings
And a crocodile hiccoughs.
A door slams – silence –
More painful than pain itself…
Then slow relief as anxiety fades.