can’t use the machines

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he’s locked
locked in there
a professional in slippers
the comfort of familiar surroundings

he touches machines
that he can’t operate

a gram stolen from hospitals
hidden inside his veins
pin pricked

Fall over Elvis
burn idols – he

stepped in what was left over
after he had eaten –
the vomit

meat hanging from bones.

It wasn’t like that then
it isn’t like this now

so face facts & remove that moustache it only hides things

tiny morsels and crumbs.

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