Jan 30, 2019
London St.
St Leonards on Sea
Sussex UK
Walking Alone
I can be no one
Nothing
Is a certain feeling
Or a nonfeeling
To be no one
Walking
Looking
At seaworn
English faces
Hearing
Cockney
Hard
Like cork pops
In the darkness
Seeing
Weathered, stern
But lovely
Eyes and nose and mouth
Like thin lines
In drab browns and greys
Against the wind
I truly
Dance
Back and forth
Between
And being
Absolutely
Blissfully
Free
To be
No one
That way
I AM
A mere shadow
An observer
An eyeball attached to a nothing
A Traveler.
This way
Walking along shadows
I myself
Disappear
And the poem
Emerges
Of its own accord
The sea
The sidewalk
The wind
The hoods up
The heads down
The flickering light
On the side of
The old sad church
The sea town
History
Everything
At
Once.
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