Town Street Blues

Posted: August 30, 2015 in Poetry
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A lonely night on town street.
Many apples to be picked among the remains of lost youth and innocence.
Many a brew to be consumed,
until I am blind with joy  and distortion.
The clear sky of night, blissfully ignored,
due to the beautiful ladies of night.
Eyes meeting eyes.
Shivers up my spine.
Big brews and fine wine.
Exciting flaws anticipating rejection.

© Alex Turner 2015

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Comments
  1. suchled says:

    We spend our life anticipating rejection. Just don’t get hooked by the first fish that responds positively.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Alex Turner says:

    Well thanks, all the same

    Liked by 2 people

  3. vivachange77 says:

    Vintage loss of innocence. Lovely and well done.

    Liked by 1 person

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