Handcuffed, Poem by john o'connell

Handcuffed,



not being capable
of imitating a song-thrush
(I know his speckled colours!)
and possession a guitar
that won't or refuses
to play itself,
I will gladly admit
to an arrest
somewhere
in my developement.

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john o'connell

john o'connell

Limerick, Ireland
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