Poems

Smells of Bangkok

SewerNot dull sewer today, eitherPermeating sewerInfested my nostrils as I stepped out the doorLaundry soapFresh. Woodzy. Bushezzz. Alllll the way down the soiBoom! Khao man gai around the corner That’s boiled chicken with riceAnd it smells even better than it tastesCow. Man. Guy.Funny how words can smell, tooSometimes better than ... whewWhatever that wasFollowed by… Continue reading Smells of Bangkok

Juggling Fire, Poems

The cemetery man

Nobody thinks of the cemetery manThe guy who digs the graves by handSometimes warming the brittle groundBefore one by one, he can shovel a mound He measures by yard stick to follow the lawThough he can now eyeball the box he must drawHe lays out the side guards and pounds in the tapesThen cracks the… Continue reading The cemetery man