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the druid outside KFC
is chucking bones
at taxi drivers, this is a long night.

I met a girl who wasn’t a nurse and couldn’t heal me.

johnny marr is a collage of all my teenage years.
when I followed stuart murdoch I was naked,
when I think about wayne coyne he’s covered in blood.

a halogen lightbulb in the long grass,
a penny in the keyhole,
a long distance runner in 1996.

I met a girl who was a nurse and couldn’t see me.

woden is wading,
waist deep, he’s wooden and won’t die.
why don’t we order lebanese food? go on then.


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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