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The Condition 3

 

no highbrow purist no variant

on the commercial I’m talking

about eyebrow purists you see

them on the apprentice refusing to

prune nurturing ruin no matinee-idol

no one born with their real names

everything is changed when you travel

to canada don’t call it an escape

when you take his advice don’t lie

it’s not too late you spoke about this

two years ago over pie and mash he

drew all the acres he owns on a beer

mat he drew all the women he owned

on your hand he said when you travel

to canada don’t call it an escape you’ll

never return not with such open skies

you tell anyone who listens that open

skies aren’t the issue there are too many

words to cut up and combine none

as sweet as clapchoir none as sad as

cradlehollow there are two parts to

every component there are two strings

in a row I said I won’t bow to

a balladeer we sang keep the home fires

burning just to boost out morale

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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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