Epileptic Poem by Leslie Philibert

Epileptic



Struck down like a bludgeoned horse
Unpacked like a Christmas pullover,
A carper chewer, small motor

Full of sparks and lost to us
The smell of melting plastic
Synaptic dancing under waves,

But for all this:

A changer with the breath of divinity
You travel the second road.

Friday, April 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: illness
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