Christmas Morning, 1974
cold winds gust
annoying my face with rain
city-smells bother
from the slopes of Hong Kong
the world is grey -
city to starboard
harbor water rippled with rain
freighters and junks in the murky distance
all grey in the dawn
my thoughts too - leaden
clouded from Christmas Eve liquor
in a rancid bar -
forced merriment and endless whiskeys
trying to forget
what I cannot forget