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Nov 2013
buying a new lung and a new heart for the crippling body.

didn’t you hear those screams last night?

the outside of the city,

seeing the cars breathing and you shouldn’t be inhaling that.

one random hook up at the bar with a woman with a fat ***,

she soon disappears from me,

I could drink more tonight but

life isn’t being tough right now.

it beats the drums of the body,

it grows fear in the brain,

my head and back are sore,

from carrying metal sheets to the machine.

who was that beside me?

the oven gives me a burn mark.

and that is what pain feels in the skin.

I could imagine the nerves screaming on fire.
poetry
prose
burn
nerve
drinking
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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