Panic Attack Poem by Martin Lochner

the door opens...light shoots through the room
all shadows and gargoyles take to flight

lungs and heart until now vacuum packed....
blood returns to a blue face...

the offering of anti depro tablet of compressed
happiness...

seeping away.. and not slitting away...
softly...deeply...tenderly...disolving like a Eno

loosing weight and gravity...chemical
oceans of soft tides take me away....

shadows echo far away like helium cartoons...
kill yourself...obliterate yourself....

limp and drooly i say...not now precious...