men are like beach dogs

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june 12, 2010 pranburi

men are like beach dogs. they instantly know if you are alone and will be needing company. you walk in the gate and they sniff out your crotch, lick your leg and follow you to your room.

Kha Ben on guard

they show up at all hours, whenever you feel like the empty beach is too peaceful to govern yourself. you throw them a piece of your neatly buttered toast with jam, but they refuse the sweet offering. meat lover you assume. you cajole them to submission, to stay for a while longer but he is preoccupied, scratching and biting the ticks off his tail. you laugh, you are amused at this trick.

what shall we do today?

then, he swaggers off into the thick bushes, chasing a phantom critter. and you wonder... when will you see him again?

shell and sand

notes from a train

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6:15 p.m. june 7, 2010 bkk

traveler 2

i spot a traveler across from me... he looks like moss as i look like yam. outfits that scream in monochrome, a backpacker's many delights. but his grey scarf draws my eyes further to his fiery red hair. he is on the other side, do i dare wave? climb down and start a conversation? it is time... goodbye, my train chugs ahead and you disappear as the sun does below the thicket of buildings surrounding this near-empty dimension, the interim, a limbo train station where souls get a glimpse of their mates, yet remain star crossed, waiting aimlessly in opposite platforms.

trains 3

notes from thailand

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2:31 p.m. june 5, 2010 bkk

neons on a break

there is something about the quiet laziness of this day. the heat not helping the dream to subside. i like it. the smell of cloves in chinatown, the flavour of the sweet cake mixed with the old lady's sweaty palms, the reverberating of prayers from monks in crowd free courtyards. i don't think i'll be able to take in the whole city in just a few days. but then again, that would make for a great return journey.

devotee

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