A series of poems from my recent trip to Asia....
BAHN MI BAN On a self imposed banh mi ban but you cannot banh mi, man for i am a banh mi man a self confessed banh mi fan if you said i bahn mi can’t i’d say, well i bloody banh well can cos all these banh mi’s bang So fuck you... And the the Bahn mi ban. HONG KONG HARBOUR Like clockwork the cars roll by and the trains they arrive on time the sun goes down on Hong Kong harbour i gaze into the haze above the water and put it down as another thing you’ll never see The bay turned muddy black as the entire world lit around it still the old steamers chugged on undeterred by the night In the darkness they’ll sail to the next island back round it’s ‘dim sum for breakfast’ four words you’ll never say WONTON, NEIL? For a man somewhat tall i’m a sucker and a fool for slurping up noodles on stalls that ain’t half small i’ll sacrifice my knees cos these wontons are the bees crouching is a breeze and it makes me feel cool You high chair snobs up there in the gods may look down on the likes of me but the thing with you lot is the one thing you ain’t got is these noodles so LET. ME. BE. THE CITY OF LANTERNS A cockerel’s wail to announce the day a half-dead man awakes from the grave and all i want is to forever stay somewhere anywhere In the city of lanterns Water from the holy well casts a niche magic spell a truth that’s hard to dispel these are religious noodles I remember now how the sun falls so soon and on the 14th day of the lunar moon the surface of the Thu Bon River melts and mirrors mirrors and shimmers A tailor made moon parade A must-do on your getaway But that’s just another day Here, in the city of lanterns SUKUMSHIT Something’s off in the soi’s the slums yet it’s fun for some and the boys don’t run when the girls look glum in the land of smiles Elderly dick circles Sukhumvit searching for something that’ll keep them alive short time / long time ‘i’ll make you my wife’ it’s boom boom then bedtime a death for a life it’s not love you long time for these old fucks it will sucky suck when the heart packs up no more nooky nooky in the tuk tuk club but still the girls won’t be smiling in the land of smiles
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