Tag / tourism

by David Prater

the happy farang

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!
by David Prater

monk-lovers

she loved me for a matter of seconds
but her affair with the monks promises
to be a lifelong obsession hey that hurts -
right there doc can you lance jab pop it
cut it out? look at this it's a postcard
she sent me - monks! you think that's
trivial? wait till you see the photos!
monks on bicycles monks on chao phraya
river express ferry monks carrying food
bowls happy monks monks sitting on the
'reserved for the monk' bench in hualam-
phong railway station monks watching tv
monks patting mutant temple dogs & monks
hanging out - oh to be a monk!
                  
                                         - ouch!
by David Prater

thomas pynchon & the art of anonymity maintenence

the choice of sunglasses is important
but on the maple leaf? ray-bans are out
too miami vice ... beatle specs no dead
giveaway (tint in sunlight) chem-mart?

anonymous average ok collared shirt
i'd prefer a gaudy hunter s. thompson
hawaiian no. but beige is a city colour
camouflage same with pants & as for
loafers? i shudder ... afraid so ... dumb

haircut also necessary a weekday's truly
impenetrable disguise thus my surprised
& anxious fury in the bright

       ––click!

i shouted

fuck you pal! on my way back to Macy's
but on reflection maybe the cheap fucking
sunglasses did give me away after all.
by David Prater

cities on the move

it is the year 2542 BE - in bangkok
the streets are flooded with people 543
years in advance of the western world
but only 7 hours ahead of GMT - in the
meantime football grips the nation &
entropy invades every available thanon
& soi art flourishes in the city moving
slowly north towards this exhibition of
student works the highlight of which is
a collection of flower pots - the artist
encourages me to take one but fearful of
customs & strange looks i decline thinking
who knows what strange plant might emerge
from this soil & what colour flower bloom?