Dizzy in the head coming off booze cold turkey

I feel dead just an animosity directed towards me

All I can remember is bad memories

The curtains make strange face like shapes in their bunching

A riff from a song plays repeatedly

The birds outside bring me small relief

Like my mother’s cool hand on my fevered brow

All I can do really is lie in bed

Doing time as they say counting down the hours to sleep-time

I can watch a video I watch Anthony Bourdain 10 years out of date

This is a poem free of inspiration

As John Lennon sang

“Cold Turkey has got me on the run!”

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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