Phil Soar

Gold Star - 52,518 Points (28.06.1952)

Nonsense 62 - Poem by Phil Soar

The peak of my cap hides a secret
My eyes like piss-holes in the snow
Unsure of the steps I am taking
Unsure where my feet want to go
Looking down at the cold pavement
I can just see the cracks in the slabs
Maybe I should tell that new barman
To reduce the limit on my tabs

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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