Oysters and carrots

[moneybelt]

it's late working hours
noise lights afar
the Smith Street of Kreta
Ayer beckons so dim
smoke is arising
from bad MV design
I know that smell tearing
the back of my lip
it's carrot cake and
I think something else
Oyster omelette
the best I can tell
I bring my nose nearer
I order a plate
I stand in oiled vapours
I brave marinate
While first bite I reckon
crisped brown to death
midst white carrot cake
I hum my warm breath
But wait just a minute
I know somethingelse
a faint whiff of oyster
bare shred of prawn
he fries them together
these red white and grey
and every dish strangely
smells almost the same
whilst warm breath still humming
an epiphany due
that life is this only
when things happen at once

Smith Street, SIngapore