Tuesday, January 16, 2007
A poem across the dateline...
Walked in humid heat on humming street,
So many old white men with young Thai hookers
The hookers wild eyed and laughing,
The old white men sour and sad like weeping lemon curds.
I saw a girl with eyes like fire.... face fair like soft clouds.
I ate a salad served in half a pineapple for dinner
And now my legs are like mythology;
No one remembers why Thor's hammer was so strange.
Poem conveys the local scene well, no doubt; there are a lot of white men over there of that vein.
Evocative poem and great he to sends you his poems about it all.
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