3 June 2017



I’ve got my tourist face on

all curious confusion

and hopeful mistrust

the world is tilting south

so I strike a jaunty angle

by way of compensation

I must look like a drunk

not too far from the truth

I’m fairly close to home

but my surroundings are foreign

I’m a prospective alien

in my own home town

the carbon sky bleeds grey

the deluge tumbles down

and ink is now streaming

from my dubious credentials

my identity is in doubt

and confidence is waning

the bus is two hours late

and my welcome’s running out



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    1. An unfortunate disturbance in the brain pan Martin - thank you for your kind comment.