Circling ceramic vans
Trying to keep to the pavement
She’s got the wind up her tail.
Chasing a loose plait
Grazing walls, drawers with pleading palms
Stair clambering from atomic wings
Can you see it?
Can’t you see it?
softens the whisper
Kills the Whisperer
drowns the voices
Deadens the wind up her tail
I’ve previously lived with cats and seen them go berserk on the odd occasion.
My Mum would say ‘He’s got the wind up his tail’
Now I know why
Yesterday the wind was up my tail.
An insect had flown/crawled deep into my ear.
It had got stuck but was still moving/breathing/living.
This sensation made me lose complete control.
I spun and I spun (trying to spin it out I suppose)
Crashing around the house with huge the desire to flea from myself
(That wasn’t an intentional pun) and wanting to wrench off my ear.
Star Trek 2, Wrath of Khan, The Chekov Ear sequence springs to mind
Minor injuries Unit in Malvern were most lovely.