Friday in the Park with Bangkok

my shoulders remember
your heavy air
with noodles for breakfast
and the wagging
tongues of dogs
babys on motorcyces
and singha on ice
the streets wet with fish sauce
fried chickens on sticks
i can't fit my heart
around all of your toil

two boys wearing smiles
with designs on me drenched
burgle closer and closer
pistols in hand
little do they know that deep
in my pocket my hand too
clutches cool hard plastic
celebrate the new year
with white chalk and water

no matter where you'd like
to go: 10 minutes down the street
or three sweaty hours out; it takes
45 minutes to an hour and a half
to get anywhere in Bangkok

--vikingo mak mak