Wednesday 30 October 2013



Land of the motorbikes
Land of the horns
An orchestra of noise
Rows of wheels parked two by two.

Accents and embellishments
Every word a work of art
White pillars and black lines
Light from the neath annotated with gold.

Boxes stacked on boxes -
Piled on bikes weave through and round,
Eyes wide at pale legs
Half covered faces that give naught away.

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