Thursday, December 11, 2014

Poem - Palatic Paraplegic

Palatic Paraplegic

9.Dec.2014


when they said don’t come if you’re palatic

I wondered how fine was the line between palatic and paraplegic

I turned up with an electric wheelchair

completed blocked

my tongue lolling in my head

and me slobbering, literally not metaphorically

the bouncer security person, kind and considerate

waved me right in, no word about having drink taken

people generally smiled benignly

a few bending down to pat my head

then moving to another level

I wondered was wheeling me out the same as throwing me out

could I sue for ill treatment because of direction

I’m just palatic not paraplegic

I told them out straight but no-one understood the slur


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