through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu
dodging crowded humans cows dogs rickshaws
storefronts constellated pools of bluewhite
bright against darkening walls
the butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye
still seems to hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs
everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere thick as dreams
with sewage incense dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations
Tom Kelly's bike rumbles down
we're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town
beggar with a withered leg sits sideways on a skateboard grinning
there's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know
those laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too
with their clinging memories of a culture crushed by Chinese greed
pretty young mother by the temple gate
covers her baby's eyes face against diesel fumes
that look of concern, you can see it still
not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's struggle to survive
hard bargains going down
when you're living on the Tibetan side of town
big red enfield bullet lurches to a halt in the dust
last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears
that fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals
and the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets muffled by monastery walls
prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze
sending to the world - tonight the message blows east
dark door opens to yellow room and there are these steaming jugs of hot millet
beet
and I'm sucked into this scene like this liquor up this bamboo straw
sweet tungba sliding down
drinking on the Tibetan side of town
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================= through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu dodging crowded humans cows dogs rickshaws storefronts constellated pools of bluewhite bright against darkening walls the butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye still seems to hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere thick as dreams with sewage incense dust and fever and the smoke of brick kilns and cremations Tom Kelly's bike rumbles down we're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town beggar with a withered leg sits sideways on a skateboard grinning there's a joke going on somewhere but we'll never know those laughing kids with hungry eyes must be in on it too with their clinging memories of a culture crushed by Chinese greed pretty young mother by the temple gate covers her baby's eyes face against diesel fumes that look of concern, you can see it still not yet masked by the hard lines of a woman's struggle to survive hard bargains going down when you're living on the Tibetan side of town big red enfield bullet lurches to a halt in the dust last blast of engine leaves a ringing in the ears that fades into the rustle of bare feet and slapping sandals and the baritone moan of long bronze trumpets muffled by monastery walls prayer flags crack like whips in the breeze sending to the world - tonight the message blows east dark door opens to yellow room and there are these steaming jugs of hot millet beet and I'm sucked into this scene like this liquor up this bamboo straw sweet tungba sliding down drinking on the Tibetan side of town ==================== Explain Request ×
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