This oasis city Badmer easily it lets you in,
a small radius as it always has been,
should have some craft the guide books say are genuine,
but the city is dirty and dusty no one knows what they are building,
can use a government guest house to live within,
just for a night and I will have seen it all in a whim.
Couldn’t find any artisans the guide books tell of,
only crazy gay youth couple drunk at station looking to go home far off,
paired in groups you have sometimes hear of,
hospitable bars, good for writers, loners and drunkards,
and discards,
people focused going home, watch sellers, air force officers and mining company employees are,
I only can talk of.
Thriving village with glittering shops in lines,
youth sitting in groups,
nothing to do, thinking to join some great college,
Get a qualification get an edge,
a future there then to dream of.
Day light in static town,
even more static the guest house and around,
various men sitting turbaned,
pulling bidi puffs good for lungs,
broken or golden tooth grinning in clean air whistling,
morning dew of the desert morning,
seeing all static space with them all, I tell them all,
Time it is to me. Space it’s unto you.
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