The Rhythm
Electric Portobello
The renegade heartbeat
Of Babylon’s eternal underground
Buzzes a trillion thoughts
Through a thousand colours
Through an 80 degree sunlight spectrum
The temperate music of voices
Converging to an undercurrent bass
This is daytime rave to outclass raves
And they come by truckload
By flyers and word of mouth
Regulars and freshmen
Ganja merchants, crack heads, e-mechanics
Addicted sound consumers
Freaky deakys
Movers, shakers,
liberty waving microbes of the organism
Beautiful Port
Su nombre es como musica spanola
Port-o-bell -a
resonates on lips with the pedigree of myth
The Excalibur that defied an empire
Lanced in its white crucifixion , cradled a spirit of caribea
The resident drums of neo-bohemia roll and climb to the crescendo
of carnival
Rejoice!
Rejoice as though we really smell air
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