A Truth In Bird Songs. Poem by Alistair Plint

Awoke in the normal
manner [of surprise]
Alarm singing chinese
mobile tunes like an
Idols entrant competing
against the birds outside
waiting for toast crusts
and crumbs

Went through the normal
routine, backdoor open
Kettle filled, cup ready
Water running for the
bath tub
and cigarette

walked passed
bedroom doors
only to see
my own naked self
spread across
the queen size bed

In the flash of realisation
I was back
mind replaced in it's body
Couldn't pull the strength
together to lift myself
raise the spine or sit up

Quietly promised myself
lifes treasures, if I made it
But the weight was just to
heavy and the shoulders
pinned down too hard

Paralysis had meaning
for the first time
Woken
realising
the never rise
in me
has grown to a close

reality


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