Thailand

I've spent quite some time in Bangkok and used letters from that time to write this piece

I got lost in a maze at the other end of the world
Made of tiny streets of heaps of scarfs
Insenses, small ladies, magazines and cigarettes
Here, you know, Buddha's got his own drinks
Red temples of bottles and gently bent straws
Always so clean, so proper, no sugary mold

The road is pinkish, often flooded
Old men lift the soil to pour blackened broth
There is always silent thunder in the skies
As the night is always mauve
Clouds so low and smelly all bow and run
Bare feet with children in the high waters

It'll evaporate in early morning heat

Still cockroaches cuddle in muddy puddles
They even swim with the tardy evening workers
Cars anxiously laugh is self made tidal waves
Rain so light yet strong any shoe decays away

Then I got a little closer to home
For a couple nights of redundant music
Docks and islands and mountain high stairs
Sand is so persistent, almost ghostly
Fishes do jump higher sliced from head to toe
Crabs do fight proudly for sweaty fruit sticks
Bland beer did wash the taste away

So I bought an overpriced jade ring I wore so much it broke
Seemed like a sign all the travelling was over with
It didn't go to waste, I think

Reviews

[Indra's Child]

This is awesome!
I love the descriptive writing style you use. It really makes this thing.
I love a good poem in the morning.