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Phuket, Diarrhoea & Gay Bartenders
mrkhoo

a Tibetan monk rampage
 1
midst stalls of sweet mango
 2
and sticky pulut rice,
 3
perched behind coconut trees
 4
of a tropical disaster.
 5
i let my shoulders burn
 6
from the sparkling salt water,
 7
that bites into blistering ulcers
 8
of anguish and harrowed laughter.
 9
 
 
I am baptized!
 10
 
 
-along the congested alleys
 11
of countless persuasive mongers,
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i allow myself to get lost
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in the chatter and tattle
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of business lingo, assorted bargains.
 15
i would rather be overcharged
 16
than haggle in the heat,
 17
that constantly rains sweat
 18
down my charcoaled body.
 19
 
 
I am drowning!
 20
 
 
-in the searing sands,
 21
sinking into Patong Beach,
 22
as if it were quicksand.
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and when i finally pass through
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the utmost depths,
 25
i find myself at the bottom
 26
of Life’s expiring hourglass.
 27

20 Jun 04

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I think line 16, you mean "I'd"

l21, why "into"?

l8 & 9 are kind of bland language compared to the rest of the poem
 — Ananke

i like the exclaimations.
nice poem.
 — shakeit

woops, thanks for the comments. thanks ananke. as for L8 & L9, i'll fix it soon enough. thanks.
 — mrkhoo

thanks shakeit too of course. :)
 — mrkhoo

turn the hourglass upside down. Holy Moloch, I think your poems are spellbinding.
 — borntodance

you are a witch?
 — Meep

i really liked the rhythm of this piece. it has a good structure to it.
 — endlesstrain

yahooooooooooooo this rocks solid rocks
 — unknown

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