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this
town is too old for me
Macao
reprise
blown bubble of concrete
trip hazard city
they run a stream through the garden for a breeze
past shade
climbing where the hot air rises
no veranda but a cage
there’s a street of baby formular pharmacies
beauty and fitness reign
that’s money for you
sometimes aircon will leak through a crack –
the weather of a lost world
a building may stand to rot
only the blue collar workers can afford to smoke
it’s so they keep the sun at bay
life’s short, so sweet
Tour #77 stumbles through the Lisbon cobbling
each has a badge to say
there are too many words
they are too familiar
the town has torn itself down again
people with phones are about to collide
streets go where they will
have to make my own souvenirs here
I’m just one of the ancient sages
past my use-by now
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