Written a while ago now, don't usually go in for this poem-writing malarky, but I actually quite like this one...
Seeking distraction in some frantic beat prose
No comma for breath, no space to compose.
Each full stop is filled with you
Grimaced in rapture of somebody new,
Trickling sweat in smalls of backs
Respite keeps pace with Kerouac.
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