This stinking heaving foul and oppressive place
has got to me again
I walk slowly along Sukumvit, searching for the shadows
clenching my anal cheeks to prevent leakage
the sun beating me through polluted sky

The stench from the drains is making me gag
home to the millions of rodents
their playground amongst this madness
as I wallow in self pity

I try and learn a language

of a culture that is so alien to me
and which I will never understand
but fascinates me no end

the bane of all travellers
that which afflicts me

in such a lonely

By J. F. Sebastian

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