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118 Discomfort Disjointed sinews Twisted guts The knock at the door Hovering things in mid-air Walls and ceilings closing in My feet walking back to front Hanging drawing and quartering Being Pooh Bear full of honey Stuck inside a hole Out of all that and more emerges A structure of meaning in words Sometimes known as poetry My Crown Jewels My crown jewels Those fat thick lumps Cradled snugly Inside my upper jaw The cysts that grew Layer upon layer Decade upon decade Like pearls they grew Skin over skin Until One fine day My face blew up My jewels Crowning thirty years of cankered waste ...

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