the air was more than human and the heat was more than hungry and the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes
the bulls were running wild because their big and mean and sacred and the children were playing cricket with no shoes
the next morning we woke, man, with a seven hour drive well there we were stuck in port blaire where boats break and children stare and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven mmhmm and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven mmhmm
disembarking from the port with no mistakes of any sort moving soundly, engine running smooth
officials were quite friendly (or work?) while friendly once we drown them with our sweet talk and we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze
the next morning we woke a man with the sunrise to the right moving back north to port claire where boats break and children stare and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven mmhmm yes and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven mmhmm