Red Beat
Your heart is a big red bell,
a pumping howl,
a hot steamy pie,
and so is mine.
They keep their legendary ticking,
their sore beat
like the glad voice of God.
Listen…
We are alive, we are in love,
the pulse is fierce.
Do you hear?
Listen…
Our hearts’ clock is
the only time that matters.
David Mac is 32-year-old wino forklift driver whose work can be found in Ambit, Purple Patch, The Journal, Weyfarers, United Press, Monkey Kettle, Clockwise Cat, Urban District Writer, erbacce, Streetcake, Urban Landscapes, Neon Highway, KRAX, Moodswing, Antique Children, Danse Macabre, Mud Luscious, Burning Houses, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Poetry Over Coffee, Global Tapestry Journal, Obsessed With Pipework, Howls and Pushycats, Word Riot, Decanto, as well as being a featured poet on The Poetry Kit’s ‘Caught On The Net’.
Many self-publishd chapbooks available plus ‘These Dirty Nothings’ and ‘Room is Brutal’ from erbacce-press.
He is currently locked in a mad room somewhere in the Bedfordshire Hell writing his cheap, dirty, twisted words, and drinking his vat of cheap red wine.
Read more words on Write Out Loud: www.writeoutloud.net/poets/davidmac
lutonghoul@hotmail.co.uk
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