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The Condition 7

 

reprise the harpsichord overprize

the bassoon it’s too soon to say

but like a romp you’re suddenly done

give me a sense of jubilation give me

time to reminisce I’ve a condition

it’s not contagious but you can’t

get it out of your head the piano is

searching the drums are all lost

the go go girls are great but they’re singing

instead of swinging I never beat up

a boy or a bass or a band it’s experience

that make me thoughtful it’s

fears not resolved it’s why it was canned

there’s something uneven

about the lay of this land

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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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