"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Thursday, January 7, 2016


By the docks of Koh Samed
There’s a guard,
A fierce ogress,
Her mouth a vicious grin,
With the figure
Of an epic’s goddess,
Her face vile
From her hairline to her chin.
But now she’s set
The task of sentinel,
This gruesome beast
Of Phra Aphai Mani,
Her back towards
The craft-crammed fishing port,
Schemer, mermaid-eater,
Bogus beauty.
She laughs at the offspring
Of Sukhumvit,
Arriving to play
On the isle today
Under the gaze
Of Nang Phisua Samut,
Who can surely see
‘Round to every bay.
A suntanned man stares
At her from the pier,
White-bearded, grey-green eyes,
Thirsty for beer.

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