Heading down the road
Going nowhere...
Trying to get away
From my obsessions...
Tired of feeling like
I’m always out there...
Searching for the answers
To my questions...
Just a drunk
Wiping off my last hurl...
Down and out
Seeking just a warm bed...
All alone
Wishing for a nice girl...
With a bosom
On which to place my tired head...
Searching for
That promise of a new life...
Praying for relief
From my confessions...
Heading in the direction
Of going elsewhere...
Open to anyone’s good suggestions...
I’d like to find
A nice sober lady...
One who wants to share
My few possessions...
Heading down the road
Leading somewhere...
Hoping to make some big impressions...
Just a drunk
Diving for my last meal...
Down and out
Craving just a warm bed...
All alone
Seeking just a nice field...
With a bed of green grass
On which to place my tired head...
© 2020 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Jeffrey worked for years in New York City and Washington D.C. while traveling throughout Europe, Africa, Asia, and even spent some time in Antarctica. But the true discoveries came from inside himself, and that poetic journey is shown here.
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