Dumaresq - Prefecture
Ochanomizu
Try to blend in
Try to appear polite
I try to pretend
Takoyaki man
Says 'yeah America!'
If I say 'sure'
Do I let down Australia?
I guess it depends
I sock a few home runs
With Hiroshi and his fashionable friends
All the pretty laneways are dead ends
Have to stay conscious of
Pedestrian currents
Keep wary of tattoo parlours
And brothels and Russian vagrants
Get swept up in a cowboy bar
Playing 'Luckenback, Texas'
The barflies are South African
I am an alien
Talking to Okiri at the mouth of the tube
And she's been saving up for months
To visit Niko in Sydney
That's the conversation I imagine having
I stare at nameless commuters
Buried in newspapers
Eating cakes shaped like Pokemon
I think of calling you
Time difference is nothing
In planet Brisbane
My time is divisible by visits to the guitar store
Attendants recognise
The chords that I strum
First universal thing I've noticed
Since I came here is the traffic
But they all let each other in
It disturbs me
Have to get back to the hotel
Before the family's awake
Have to reset the alarms
Has it been year since we were estranged?
In the Lawson
'God damn matcha-flavoured everything'
I miss you, but I'm clean now
Getting kicked out of the Lawsons
With Ari
'Who's Ari?'
Fuck, I thought you were it
Can't hear anything at Gaspanic
Oh Jesus
It is 4am
Written by:
Joseph Kneipp
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