On this the 10th day of the year


On this the 10th day of the year
my kenyan grey eyes shiver
flies circulate one another
and I think of Cambodia

Coffee, Laksa, Beer
Sex, religion, politics
Summer heat and lusty glow
On this the 10th day of the year

On this the 10th day of the year
my long legs are emphasised
the buses shudder past
and I think of skinny dipping

Smokes, Gyms, Average spiels
Vices, Thoughts, Histories
Dwelling dreams and Kissing hopes
On this the 10th day of the year

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