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The Situation 22

I don’t want to write about guernica

I don’t want to listen to your

symphony for jupiter it vibrates in

the now like water is wet like a whole

city is imbalanced I wish I was

a collective I wish I was in london

again with you with that secret we shared

with someone else beating my heart out

of my chest with someone else

painting the mars rover’s private

pictures on to a bed sheet our bed sheet


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.

3 responses to “The Situation 22

  1. Alex Holt ⋅

    Commy pinko frots, but I hate to be negative. I’ve hardly spoken to you this week.

  2. Alex Holt ⋅

    On the phone like Lady Diana
    You can only hear me
    You can’t reach out and grab me
    Hardly a cappella
    Hardly a Camilla

    Long live the monarchy, confound the end of blasphemies
    Live out long, live it all, these diseases.

  3. Alex Holt ⋅

    Not bad eh.

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