Dean Meredith - Symptomatic

It’s a weak dry cough
And a head full of cement
It’s a little bit of phlegm
Every now and then
A throat like a cheese grater
Shaving raw testicles
A body like someone else’s
Old shrivelling slowly dying
Like a slug in an oven
Its red onion eyes
With lemon peel lids
It’s the short sharp tip
Of a breath full of fear
Like inhaling needles
On Everest

Dean Meredith

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