Poetry
A Whiter Shade of Pale
by Paul Kane •
… although my eyes were open
In ’68 I sported a Panic Button on my blazer –
pushed, it read ‘Things will get worse before
they get worse.’ After the assassinations, I threw
it away. On edge, we were now living on the edge.
Across the hall, Drexler, the quiet kid from Belgium,
played Procol Harum full blast whenever
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