See them crammed in dark spaces, where
Children ever vie for more than meagre
Of everything, wherever.
Impotence lords over women and kids
'Thout hope and with nothing to beat
Except laughters overloud without mirth
Men busy on cards, idle, dead serious
Waiting on dreams of worlds faraway
Bad tea, unsure rations, cheap cigarettes.
Soft voices float in a pub elite
Protean faces hold on to strange links
Cool and high in this world, cooking
Waiters dressed, sellers and iced drinks
Well attired ladies and gentlemen
Brood and converse in festive silence
Precipitate leisure and build up pines
Deep seats plush, semi dark confines
Look on through walls of tinted glass
Crowd and cars loud, the din barred
Mobbed by heat, speed, sweat n scars ...
Back home, the evening is spoiled
Over argued nothings jus' express'd
Seething needless yet regard intact
Overarching, untouched at the back
Assured, I risk a bout as she doesn't care
Thoughtlessly sings in praise of another
So we pull no punches at fierce row
Till drained, we know quick mature
In between, the smoke seems tasteless
The heart dark and drink depressed
The moon full hovers, peeps in play
She resurrects as old, all over in me ...
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