In the late 80s Shanghai was a very different city from the world class metropolis it is now. Folks burned soft coal. There were no street or neon lights. The Bund was dark, the old Wealthy European Enclave. The Peace Hotel roaring 20s elegance.
Shanghai
Shanghai you aged carmined courtesan
Haughty in black lacquered hair
Rouged crepe skin draped in Damask
Silk teasing another generation
Of naive lusting conquistadors
Your grit and smoke sours the mouth
From soft coal fires that hide the sun
Your Orange skies at noon that burn the eye
Your fantasy gardens lie in light
Pagoda's red wrapped in orange blossom
hide the lust that drives the Bund
The night dark near the Peace Hotel
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2021-02-28 at 13:09
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