Day 100. Exit

A shaky wooden door is banging loosely in the wind
Taunts my thoughts of movement and pretends to keep me in

Day 99. Presentation

I can hear her flirting while im else-wise occupied
a multitude of other men still gathered at her side

Day 98. Gathering shells

Wisdom is but sea shells smashed and scattered on the beach
You'll be lucky to find one half of the whole still in one piece

Day 97. Saturday night survivours

a plastic island table and five early morning seats
no music from the band and yet the waves sound just as sweet

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Day 96. false start in Babylon

you can beat my drum if you play from the heart
but the man shuts us down before we make a start

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Day 95. evolution?

monkeys on motorbikes jostling for rank
the small ones use teeth while the big ones use tanks

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Day 94. monsoon cloud

beyond the sea horizon brews a dark and festered fog
billows ever forwards and drives us ever on

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Day 93. futile busing

confusing routs and bus stop waits
late train missed compound mistakes

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Day 92. Early morning hawkers

restless giddy head laid in a wooden beachfront chair
if sleep is what you came for you'll be disappointed here.

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