Floating Man

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Uh-oh. The world’s gone pear-shaped.
I have a feeling that I’m close to home,
or at least the train. Too old for this
malarkey. Was doing so well. Now
I’m all over the place, lost count,
head swimming. This kind of night
happens once in twenty years, if then.
You have to celebrate. Toon Army!
Take that, Mbappe, PSG. Four-bloody-one!



after sculpture by Sean Henry close to Newcastle Central station

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/floating-man/