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Volume 2 Number 2 • Fall - Winter 2010-2011
The full moon sits on top of another sky scraper
And I am the furthest that I have ever been from home.
The people bow here.
I said that I would never bow before anybody again
But I find myself doing the same thing.
They do not understand my English
but they don't seem to understand that anywhere.
Maybe it is just me.
Outside the hotel sits the Eiffel tower but a smaller one
And all the buildings look like stepping stones for giants.
I got lost yesterday
but then again
I have always felt this way.
Previously shown on the blog, amphibi.us
Marc Carver was born a long time ago close to the Thames barrier in London. He has been writing for about ten years off and on but exclusively poetry for about two years and is currently working on his fourth book. He has also had around sixty or so poems individually published through magazines, etc. He performs his work mainly in London and also at festivals. Marc believes he has not found a way to express himself in his poetry to a point that he is happy with. So he will continue to write on.