Leaving Town: Chasing dreams that run away like cats down alleys after midnight

A collection of poems inspired by a time of uncertainty, purpose, youth and question. These poems were mostly written in 1989 while living in Oxford. A very small number of them were done in 1990, just as I moved to London. I had been through a difficult couple of years, but life was starting to look up again. I was on the dole, waiting to become a rock star. London seemed like the right choice, and I was done trying to make Oxford work out for me.

Hazy future I'm not sure that I know anymore, just what’s fair, what's right at all. There's a long way to go on this open road, at the mercy of all the world may throw. I'm not sure that I feel anymore. When my home is gone in misty stories, my body is broken by men I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a puppet, in a loser’s show. I'm not sure of what I do anymore, though I've been avoiding it for so long. The reason’s lost, why I go on. Can I build it back, when I keep getting it wrong? Hazy future, yeah, it looks like another misty dawn. I salute you - all those who carry on. When the bed you lie on, isn't your own, and the life you live is no longer normal.

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