On The Edge of Albion

Posted: July 28, 2015 in Poetry
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I’m on the edge of Albion,
Where the river connects the sea.
Alcohol in my system,
Guaranteeing a good time.
Euphoric blizzards filling up my mind.
Condensed bubbles of madness showing themselves to yours truly.
I’ve drank too much again,
walking amidst the sadness of night like a zombie.
And to my surprise I’m greeted by a guard who shows me my way home.
© Alex Turner 2015

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Comments
  1. andysmerdon says:

    Not all uniforms are bad eh 😉 Nicely done.

    Liked by 1 person

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