Kuta is paradise defiled;
Streams of shops and cocktail bars
Raucous drinkers under stars.
Sarongs that billow out on racks
Massage parlours, side street snacks
Surfboards, drinks, persistant hawkers
A haggling challenge by the waters.
The sun sets on a silver sea
The palm fronds whisper soft to me
But their overture is soon drowned out
By brash DJ and lager lout …
© Poet in the woods 2015
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