The Lonely Journey: Poetry By J.H. Martin

“Un Aller Simple”







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



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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