Sunday, 1 February 2015

Sore Eyes and Sights to See

Stressed out in these narrow mews
Street lighting movement lopes
Realistically I’m far from clear
Avoiding trudging on my hopes

So many things presentable
Such abundant cornucopia
As I see it I can say it twice
Like double visions of utopia

In the babbling brooks of culture
Outward bound is my veneer
Half told jokes with unknown folks
In bars and taverns drinking beer

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