Not dull sewer today, either
Infested my nostrils as I stepped out the door
Fresh. Woodzy. Bushezzz.
Alllll the way down the soi
Boom! Khao man gai around the corner
That’s boiled chicken with rice
And it smells even better than it tastes
Cow. Man. Guy.
Funny how words can smell, too
Sometimes better than … whew
Whatever that was
Followed by bus fumes
Now, that’s a smell I know too damn well
Water on fresh grass
The sprinkler goes round and round
Cheering on newness and growth
My morning music does, too
Is that hair perm solution?
It reminds me of mom’s beauty shop
Bananas and fresh bread
The door to MaxValu is open as I pass by
Entry to skytrain is near
No shrimp paste or Chinese five spice today
The ladies that cook by the escalator take Fridays off
Thank God for Fridays
And no shrimp paste
Will this morning’s commute contain
Freshly-washed hair, garlic breath
Or stinky armpit?
1 thought on “Smells of Bangkok”
Ha ha. So true.