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The Condition 9


are there clamp downs

all over do you calibrate

a heartbeat your hands

are like my grandmother’s

they have the same veins let

me hold on to them and see if

it rains when it pours I’ll stay

dry I’ll use nostalgia as a hood

there are countless kids on the road

there are too many beneath bridges

extracting a toll I’m restless and I’m

testing your limits don’t say that

you mustn’t we’re conditioned to fade


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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