Can’t find no time, must underline
He’s a nowhere man
He’ll look you up and down
Don’t accept no sound
Call him the nowhere man
You don’t know his place
His face, there’s little trace
Must try and pace, no
That’s the nowhere man
He drinks but doesn’t call
You might try him, that’s all
Cos he's the nowhere man
But somebody ain’t playing cool
A hand becomes a tool
Such a fool
You watch him riding out
The nowhere man.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Paul the title reminded me of the Beatles song with the same title. Nicely written is speaks of what appears to be a person but with rereading may be metaphoric for something other than human. He may be nothing more than an archetype that exists in us all. Well done my friend
A very stirring read, Paul🙏🕊️
Paul, this is one heck of a poem. The rhythm carries it forward beautifully, and the portrait of the nowhere man remains intriguingly out of focus throughout. The more you learn about him, the less certain he seems to become...which feels exactly right for a character like this. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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