I saw a tear on my left leather boot
last Wednesday evening.
I continued to wear them
because they still carried out their duties,
such as walking through tinnitus, beacons and illusions.
I knew they weren’t in a good condition.
Now I’m sat in a hospital.
My skinny jeans are restricting me
and I watch patients float through on trolleys.
The medics behind are camouflaged
and their voices contrast.
I wish I wasn’t so arrogant.