Boy drunkard,
Walking barefoot along wet concrete pavements
With his barefoot muse.
Soon to be alone and chilled to the bone
Yet stumbling and laughing
And holding her shoes.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
