Wembley (au) is wild.

Streets are narrow but bright.

I stroll Kingsway—crazy vibe here.

Ziggy Avenue cuts through suburbia.

I see local pubs, weird bistros.

I work as sexologist here.

I note subtle body language.
I love small parks.

Mayfair Park thrills me.

Its trees whisper secrets.

Rivers? Yeah, Swan River glistens.

Reeds and whispers fill air.
Never forget Wembley town hall.

Old bricks, gritted history speak.

I get mad sometimes there.

Traffic, noise, messy chaos.

Yet I love it.
A soi d'epoque cafe off High St.

It gives my heart a kick.

I met odd acquaintances.

They share my lust for life.

Much like a lovelorn scene.
I feel cinema.

Just like "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia":

"...a silence that is louder than words."

I mumble that phrase.

What a ride, huh?
I have quirks, man.

I laugh, cry, feel raw.

Sex, love, city secrets mix.

I spill my soul forward.

Wembley is my truth.
Peace.
(PS: sorry bout any typos: I'm in a hurry, cuz life is short.)