Spending Time in Macau

The air is sucking at my breath,
the buildings cuddle, and stretch
my eyes towards a hazy sky. The
Sun might as well be the Moon, struggling,
suffocated by the surrounding smog. Noise
clogs my ears and a sea of heat compounds
my fears – lizards scramble clumsily for shade,
they’ve no air-con to come to their aid. It’s
populated by cranes, jabbering up empty buildings
for the rich to waste their money in. A girl
is bitten, and I become smitten with her shape
in the rising Sun. Something tells me that
this place has just begun.


This year
told me not to care,
but I can’t not wear
my face. I don’t like to chase,
I don’t want to waste my touch,
it’s given me so much.
I’ve seen the world,
but the place –
I haven’t seen the places.
Just the place I want to be
and the moments I want to be.