Finding feeling
My way under
Grounded
Red Double D’s
Facing forward – heading toward
Portobello Road
Where I think I’ll find a vintage coat?
Navigating steps, a labyrinth of
Shops
stalls
markets
and food
Except for the rude
Middle eastern Joseph I turned my back on
Walking first left then right
Following the sunshine – the Bello
Hot and cold, on standby
Off with his head!
/
The woolley cardigan I borrowed
Along with my confusing glasses
The ill-fitting jeans
Crazy, uncomfortable
Wishing I didn’t have big bloody blisters!
Very far from home; my bed covers pulled
The fan on full
Stumbling into the Earl of Lonsdale
Pub for a cider
Hiding in a corner ‘snug’
Made in the seventeen hundreds and
It seems fitting I would have to bend
Dwarves and buxom barmaids
Tourists and stranger’s alike
Peer out from under mead
Sly Lord’s eyed
/
I, need to gather my thoughts
Consider what it would mean to start
over
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