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A Poem I Wrote 4 Years Ago and can’t remember if it was ever published eek!



Is he queuing with low leg-ends?

Married Commies, in-ground Lords,

men tend to queue in all universes.

Queue so we can’t miss anymore.


People commence,

historians are wrong,

they roll on ancient romances

chanting “no vote”.


Now there are Commies amongst the trees

with lapels, colouring pain,

showing all and none of the battle.

It lessens to the north

where there are no dollars.


All bastards eat Commies,

join and say “no queuing”.

In long histories they’ll make amends.


Bruised infants of the corridor tumble,

these souls tumble.

It’s a surly ill-fated joy and the roses dance.


Achievers sing Commy tunes,

ring the room.

All regret the music.

The little valley with truth and lilies,

vilest violets, turns the view

to violent dancing gently.


The line has changed

and lost itself many times before


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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