hello!—i am so happy to be a farang in your country relieved to discover this word that describes me & pleased to be here spending all my money on trinkets & going to the toilet—hooray! now even my shit is farang! a foreign body yearning to be assimilated! get out of thailand i say to my ungrateful excrement leave more room for kfc & coke i look forward also to depositing another 500 baht at the airport (also farang) & can't wait to develop all of my excellent photos —bye for now!
Category: We Will Disappear (page 3 of 3)
My debut collection of poetry was published in 2007 by papertiger media. Read more about the book in my portfolio.
UP THEIR OPIUM FIELDS IN PREPARATION
FOR NEXT YEAR’S CROP OF NESCAFE! THIS
TREK HAS BEEN APPROVED BY BOTH THE THAI
& US GOVERNMENTS ALONG WITH JOINT
MILITARY EXERCISES IT WILL CONSTITUTE
THE MAIN THRUST OF THEIR WAR AGAINST
DRUGS NO RAFTING ELEPHANT HIKING OR
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THUS CAUSING A MASSIVE RISE IN BOTH PRICES
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TRIBES IN THEIR NATURAL ENVIRONMENT!
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for their survival’s sake on the east &
west coasts of koh lantah it’s good to know
that the chao le are still allowed to play
football on the beach at low-tide its wave
sounds mimic the crowd-roars of wembley
coming down the supermarine cable all
the young men & boys clip their finger &
toenails in preparation for the referee’s
inspection tomorrow they will collect these
clippings & together with various haircut-
offcuts launch their offerings upon the
andaman sea in a special wooden boat after
which they gaze longingly half-hoping the
tide will bring it back knowing also that
some small part of themselves has escaped
both the zoos & the fickle sea-spirits’ protection
rump boy the Lao sure know how to build a road!
as for the jeep well the driver was adamant that
i ride in the back for fear of bandits who as usual
failed to materialise (as did Captain Haddock –
having discovered the medicinal value of sang sam
whiskey okay I’ll see you in Phonsavan! i tried
shouting above a din of fighting cocks & MTV Asia
blistering fucking barnacles! he retorted hotly,
you truly expect me to risk my life for a couple of
cracked fucking jars? I’d sooner meet you in hell!)
well captain this sore arse is here to tell you that
Phonsavan wasn’t worth the trouble – but as for
the plain of jars itself I soon managed to shake off
my guide & was beginning to enjoy the serenity
of my solitude amongst these thousand year old
jars of mystery when I heard a muffled explosion
to the south (in the direction from which I’d come
being of course wary of landmines i took my time
getting back to the jeep but it was too late the poor
guide, i suppose alarmed at my giving him the slip
& in this plain of bombs had searched only to find
his left foot on top of a rusted metal disc & one
second later his entire body blown to the four
winds (what more could i do but commandeer
the old jeep & settle into the padded driver’s seat
for the long ride back to bangkok to await both
my drunken captain & his pointless expletives?