5 AM sounds of water hitting the tiles
from a neighbour's shower
Someone is starting a moto or a car
A loud roar of the engine
Women talking
The children going to school
Noon, I left the house
to sounds of my heart,
to sights of poverty
to market of bargains and chatters
to places I had no plan to visit
Evening I paint
I paint
to sounds of karaoke
to my neighbour's talking through thin wall
to plates, forks and spoons touching
Night I go to bar
I frequent music that makes me dance
Gay night at Pontoon every Thursday
Stayed 'til morning
Home alone, nightmares
Fear, I paint again.
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