~

 

Noi's her name, now; she

fled Myanmar's violence:

now, rubs tourists' feet

 

back in the village,

her mother cares for her child:

all the men are gone

 

her smile's a flag for

innocence surviving war

on too little baht

 

~

 

~o:37;

~

 

say: 'sawasdee khrup:'

the way down from the gallows

will look like a smile

 

~

 

did you ever think

kreng jai's like tart marmalade

slathered on burned toast ?

 

~

 

~o:37;

On 2/20/2019 at 7:36 PM, orang37 said:

~

 

Noi's her name, now; she

fled Myanmar's violence:

now, rubs tourists' feet

 

back in the village,

her mother cares for her child:

all the men are gone

 

her smile's a flag for

innocence surviving war

on too little baht

 

~

 

~o:37;

Taking it to the next level, are we apeman?  Fuggin beautiful.  More please.

such boring farangs

on Thai visa they whine

should go somewhere else

~

 

killing me softly

with little tiny devils

in each breath i take

 

~

 

either air-filter

or a defibrillator:

sooner or later

 

~

 

~o:37;

~

 

broke a little bone,
the doves want their morning crumbs:
what's more important ?

 

~

 

~o:37;

Lungs black in choking smoke

Skies burnt red in self-contained gas

Somchai burns his plastic bottles

~

 

i'd be somewhere else

(if i could be someone else)

to escape this air

 

~

 

~o:37;

n ninety-five mask

air con filters also

I am out of here

Suburbia Mae Rim
PM purple to the brim
200+ outdoors
indoor chores-don’t keep me slim
         “Bua Mak Loy”
cover the face,mask in place
heading for the soi - no Loi Kroh
Gotta go - snowy & a footy
given with ice & grace
will surely put a smile back on my face
Wander about out over the brim
looking seeing welcome grin
         big brute shim
              Yikes!...
time to head back to quiet Mae Rim

Edited February 28, 20197 yr by HaleySabai

~

 

the dusk is orange,

the tookay outside's saying:

"you won't beat this rap"

 

~

 

~o:37;

You can see the smoke

Apologists just think it is a mirage

Another log on the fire

~

 

where's the haiku turns

breathing from dangerous back

to simple pleasure

 

~

 

~o:37;

 

On 3/13/2019 at 3:51 PM, totally thaied up said:

You can see the smoke

Apologists just think it is a mirage

Another log on the fire

 

Can't count without air

So don't expect Haiku Math

To be all precise

 

Inside your shelter

Turn on the purifier

And pray for some rain

 

Outside the doggy

Sits on the grass, staring

Weird fishbowl inside

 

Where did the birds go

Booked a flight to Pattaya?

Just wait for the rain

~

 

in this air, right now,

each breath is telling us that:

we are April's Fools !

 

~

 

~o:37;

~

 

it's a toss-up, now,

between a whipped soi dog's death

and rehydration

 

~

 

Eyes closed, I feel fire

Afraid to feel, see, live, wake

Dream of Death, my life