Joggers

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Wheezing and panting and spluttering I jog.
The sun gives me hog sweats.
Splinters in my toes.
Stabbing in my shins.
Howling in my lungs.
Jogging is supposed to be good for my health
but it doesn’t feel good for my health.

Carbon-rubber soles bounce off pavement
bounce off road
bounce off chewing gum
bounce off discarded packs of Frazzles
bounce off discarded condoms
bounce off discarded nappies.
Jogging is supposed to be good for my health
but it doesn’t feel good for my health.

I jog from Pelham Road to Palmerston Road.
I jog from Kingston Road to Balfour Road.
I jog from Griffiths Road to Ridley Road.
Slower now
but still I jog.

A seagull with a broken wing.
Still I jog.
A crashed car.
Still I jog.
A man with blood on his face and no top on
and a knife in his hand.
Still I jog.
The man with the knife jogs alongside me.
“Didn’t happen to see a seagull with a broken wing did ya mate?” says the man with the knife.
I shake my head.
My mouth is so dry I can no longer speak.
The man with the knife jogs in a different direction.

Wheezing and panting and spluttering I jog.
Jogging is supposed to be good for my health
but it doesn’t feel good for my health.

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