A tryst with a psychic

A tryst with a psychic
on a pyscharatric ward
a physical fitness freak
on all fours the piano
in the corner
the dustbin on its head
i play you tunes
for your dance for the dead

so you say your me now
and it’s all just a 1980’s disco dream
But your the broken red light bulbs
brought to your knees

the art strewn across the floor
the scribbles the games
the books with ripped pages out
your say I’m macabre
but your the ones who look dead
at your at your fancy dress disco
in all those old photographs

so you say your me
and its all just a 1980’s disco dream
But your the broken red light bulbs
brought to your knees

so you say your me
and it’s all just a 1980’s disco dream
But your the broken red light bulbs
brought to your knees

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