Dirt Dharma - Kathmandu, a love poem

Oh Kathmandu,
how your dirty streets sing to me,
Horns honking like mad from rust box death traps
or ramshackle rickshaws,
QUICK JUMP!
We almost got smashed by a maniac on a motorbike,
three, four, lost count,
wife, brother, child and driver on there

Aimlessly wandering down the broken cobble stone,
weaving through people,
leaping over puddles, burning trash,
dazed by the rainbow haze of signs,
directing you this way and that,
turn the corner,
find something new,
it's all so wild

we press on
through the cloud,
trying not to choke on smoke,
as the sun sets behind the hidden peaks

Oh Kathmandu,
your power cuts inspire
spontaneous romance, candlelit dinners
our mouths water for cheap curry and chipati's,
as we dodge rickshaws and tigerbalm salesmen
hashes? hashes?
trying not to blow our load
on mandalas and turquoise prayer wheels

By Michael Crigler written in Kathmandu at 3am