To Bangkok
Oh, sword of the white ninja
where have you gone?
I've been un-manned by the Thai concubine:
unbeckonned, she arrives
at my door at night
bringing her paid blockade.
I am limp with coup. My coup...
Believing in a deserved rest
a "sun outage" blocks the satalite.
She turns off the Television,
she slickens my streets with tanks.
The room falls quiet.
White ninja, your sword.
She is loaded with ping pong
balls.
3 comments:
Awww, man. Gil, this shit is too weird. What is a concubine anyway? She sounds hot. But ping pong balls. I mean, I get that Asians play ping pong like its their job (is it their job?), but how the hell is she filled with them? I mean, I've filled dead deer with some pretty wierd shit, but not this weird. And no rhymes? Jesus, Gil...you're falling apart.
I don't know, frankie...I have to disagree with you. The surrealism speaks to the complexity of the situation between the gov't and the monarchy. The extended metaphor is quite successful, and the language always surprising. I think this is du in part to the subtle music (rather than rhyme). Nice piece, Gil. You are growing right before our very eyes.
You can't always judge a book by it's cover. You'll get this one a couple of days from now.
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