Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Like I Before

Sober and undrugged I rehearse in my head
to my wife in the kitchen "I'll have a cup a coffee,
Please, love," but instead hear myself say
"Ittlebut wattleap..." then "Spipton,"

when I want to apologise for nonsense.
I see my right hand side as a grey blur,

my left hand side is clear and sharp,
my headaches. I can't communicate.

I wobble as my brain sloshes from side
to side of my skull until I sit.

-- Paul Brookes

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