Tag Archives: Bangkok

I’ll Cut You Off

I’ll Cut You Off

 

I’ll cut you off in Mexico City,

Casablanca, or Bangkok.

The cutter-offers make traffic

Flow smoothly,

Even though it scares the shit

Out of the tourists.

You just get your nose ahead

Of the other guy,

Make your move,

And everybody’s on their way.

 

Houston, Miami, and LA play by different rules.

Drivers there are packing heat –

Tech 9’s, Glocks, and anything that’ll stimulate

A projectile.

You cut somebody off there

You better hope it’s a grandmother

On Prozac.

The Sweet Life at Central World

The Sweet Life at Central World

Twilight at Bert’s Café
On Central World Square
The eggplant sandwich
With sundried you know whats
And other fresh and tasties
Along with a Heineken
Watching all the beautiful people
And the occasional cherub
While Khun Tum adds a blueberry tortilla to my bill
And I eat it as slowly as it takes a taxi
To go three blocks in a Bangkok traffic jam.

The Race

The Race

 It’s 2 p.m. in the fitness center —

Empty as a beggar’s cup on Soi Langsuan.

The rat race continues in the tall buildings that encroach the green.

The winners are scheduled to show up at six.

OK, maybe seven.