The Lonely Journey: Poetry By J.H. Martin

“Un Aller Simple”

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Toledo

Paris

Amsterdam

Rome

 

Every where’s nowhere

When you’re alone

 

Walking these mind soaked avenues

Staring at women you cannot afford

Wondering which turn the others took

Scared to confess that you can’t handle this

 

Oui

Tu es un aller simple

Mon semblable

 

Dreaming of iced beer

Talking to walls


J. H. Martin is from London, England but has no fixed abode. His prose and poetry have appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the USA. For more information, please visit: A Coat for a Monkey.


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