Anxiety

Eminently the cold brushes my skin
And I leap 10 feet from a dreary dungeon
to grab the phone hanging in the clouds
“hello jack…”
I call my neighbour to tell him of the unthinkable
“Thom, why you crying..?”
And this time, I keep sobbing my tears into my mouth
“…are you on drugs again?”
Jacks voice is like a gun fire in the Vietnam war
leaking of fresh blood and Indian hemp.
And the barking of a dog
No
dogs, a pack of them
footsteps…
someone is running…me?
but off Course its me
I hid my cloak under the bed
But this morning I found it on the kitchen sink
“jack am scared!!... Please help me,
I think am loosing it!”
There!
The raindrops sting my right hand
Reality check!?
I had been holding the showerhead this whole time?
Then who have I been talking to?
BY Garnet Howse