Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Recovery

by Luke Bailey

Calmly – kick – scream
Contra-choice, what's best, the theme
Night outlines my life with chalk
Zombies stalk, to themselves talk

Dreams shatter, awake
Fading steps,
I'm drenched in sweat
The heavy covers throttle me
Breath in, Breath out, Count One-Two-Three

Body, breaks, alive
The curtains sigh, my meds arrive
swallowed; Passed depressingly
Breath in, Breath out, Count One-Two-Three

Snap my legs to walk
I shuffle down the pale blue ward
and down the pale blue corridor and
shuffle through the kitchen door. I clink, I
ruffle, I rustle for
a bowl of sludge to shovel or I'll shuffle
to another room
The T.V and the sucking broom
which wheezes too and swallows so I lift my legs
to make it go
Then Terry dances tipy toes
he feeds me smiles and talks of toast
Creeping doubts of reality
Breath in, Breath out, Count One-Two-Three

Thoughts distort, revised
We kill the fear to bury here
but am I man or guillotine?
Breath in, Breath out, Count One-Two-Three

Added: 11.04.2011

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