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A Poem in Two Parts Due
to Lack of Self Control.

Part II.

I pull on
jogging 
bottoms,

9:46 am
Monday
morning.

Sitting on
the end
of the 
bed.

My stomach
bloated from
the night
before.

I need socks
but can’t
see any.

The carpet
is the same.

The walls
and the
window.

Nothing’s
changed.

No miracle
as I slept.

My eyes
are sore.

I put the
TV on
and stand.

A shirt
hangs like
a rag.
I’ve a few
pounds on
the table
by the bed.

The curtains
are still drawn.

I leave them
as they are
and go
downstairs.

I look at
my mail.

Loans and
membership
offers.

I bin them
as I take
the kettle
and fill
it up.

Looking out
of the window,
the birds
flitting around
the garden.

As the kettle
boiled I
gathered
myself,
ready for
the next
moment.

With the
morning
comes the
real light.

Putting the
tea bag in
the mug.

1 sugar.
a little
milk and
the spoon
to bring it
all together.

This is
the morning
as I see it.

And the day
see’s the sun
like a blinding
light.

And the light
see’s the man
like a glimpse
into the short
future.

The dentist
expects me
at 10:30 am.

And I know
I can make it.

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