LAST NIGHT IN SHIBUYA:

The neon men wave electric sticks in hard hats at empty taxis 
cruising for fares beneath Shibuya flyovers. We walk the last 
walk of the tour on sweat stained pavements, cool grey slabs 
with sour complexions that only decades of footfall grease could 
fashion. 
This part of town could be Oxford Street at the Tottenham Court 
Road end or Leicester Square on a Saturday night, any city centre 
where the lonely are drawn in search of solution. Drunk boys teeter 
on tip-toe at the lip of the abyss of one too many, Couples squat 
on the dirty pavements smoking through courtship. White shirted, 
Black trousered straight looking non-offenders sleep off the effects 
of after work bars on walls in car parks & the homeless who sleep 
through the cacophony of the day vacate cardboard beds to hunt in 
the cool of night. 
I don’t want to close my eyes though I crave sleep, don’t want to 
miss a thing for fear I’ll wake up only to discover it was nothing
but dreams.

Thank you Japan

Next stop Essex

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