Ode to Epilepsy

Synapses misfire and
energy misappropriates its mischief.
In awe of the aura and the
smell of smoke.
Here comes the shimmy, shimmy shake.
Little twitches and
phantom itches.
Tears are trickling without
rhyme or reason.
Here comes the faint and fall.
Slap the cerebellum and
hit the hypothalamus.
shock the medulla oblongata
and cramp the cortex.
Here comes the floor, face to face.
Cannot sleep and cannot stand,
hit by a tragic truck
on the highway of my mind.
Muscles mock and then, they lock.
Here comes the long looks and startled stares.
People pause, panic and pretend not to see.
They whisper and wonder,
the repeated blunder.
I hear every word they say.
Here comes the pity party and the "oh poor dear's".
Oblong and obtuse,
the world seems so strange.
Tongues don't get swallowed
or fingers filleted.
Here comes the myths and the madness.
Coming out, waking up.
Drenched in saliva, sweat and salvation.
Need to rest, need to know,
what foreign body failed me now?
Here comes the medicines made to heal and the
reality that they never really do.



© 2005 Cher L.V. Tushiah