By evil_cretin
night view@ gurney drive
The muddy soil
The concrete stones
Of wall of concrete
The dirty water flowing
Out into the sea
The eyes glimpse only to forget
The dark cracks for the cockroaches
Other night insects to explore
The muddy soil
The concrete slab thrown into it
An eye sore walking on the pavement
Who really cares being there for so long?
The possessive lovers
Dangling legs leaving the slippers
They know nobody will steal it
As they stare into the dark sea
The artist sits on his canvas stool
With battery operated lights
He is driving his business
Self portraits within 20 minutes
The graceful strokes of his pencil
The outline takes shape so quickly
A crowd gathered to watch his artistic skill
The shape of portraits emerge on art paper
The street of cars and motorbikes
Lining up to parade on the road
The parking attendants busy issuing tickets
A good business at night
The young bicycle Rempits
Weaving in and out of traffic jams
They don't feel fear in their strikes
They seem to rule the road on their bicycles
The day passes at Gurney Drive
The echoes of the past lingering in the mind
Years ago walking freely on the pavement
Every stop hawker stalls greeted the eyes
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