SKY SMITH
A Night in
Part One: SFOàBKK
Good Bye
SFO Jumbo
eating mold
candied
like a scarce
olive- saxon
expat’
in a teaming sea
of air conditioning
“Tao wuaa!
Shi shing yaa…”
I’m a grunt with
bond shades
writing loosely chaos
on mustang cowboy
Marlboro paper
waiting for noodles
and alien fruits in
far
Twilight
When speaking
about Vampires,
part of me desires
leaf caked
lightning hair
bramble bush
feral banshee…
tame,
quite like
a desk lamp
crooked reading glass
fantasy
“But a larger part
of me
really sucks blood”
claims the chocolate milk
schoolboy
with a crown of leaves
Fashion Strip
Fat Victorian
pink tiles
and cold, cotton candy
blue rug
every color in
landing strip
culture gangbang
transfer orgy
perfume runway
melting puddle
is golden arches
hot blood
jack’ O lantern
molasses and crude oil.
Nobody wears
uniform like that
outside of the airport
Most people here
live between flights
only existing for me
as phantom phashion
bleeding gender
Styrofoam
runway dolls
fitting entire lives
into now memory
of American cynic
caught in a layover
between:
City of
(needle junky
feather boa
methamphetamine
oxycontin speedball
cocaine crutch
fusion meltdown
West Coast
Bay Sewer)
and
City of Humid Rotting Dogs
(land of
extra Baht
oil massafe
“ok special deal
for you”
cheap elephant plastic
on dresser at home
in Feng Shui disaster
Suburbia
sticky rice nostalgia)
EverRich
Coming down
off perpetual
bad coffee in small
paper cups—binge
remembering
vague, self absorbed
cultural brinksmanship
rambling critical anger
of youth poems
now I
grin, wild
much more wild now
with teeth in smile
of processed
cartilage bones
at gate waiting
black chair
grey tile…
I see:
way too asian
cocaine hipster
sideways brown leather
studded conductor’s hat
big low metallic skull bling
and V-neck
Chinese Abercrombie
shirt under pre-skuffed blue jean suit jacket.
stands nervous
embarrassing snort
but not ashamed
enough to stop
friend from
paparazzi
digital
snap shooting
as he is leaned against
fake wood
art display.
Neo-new edge replica
straight out of
nylon culture
teletubby rock and roll
art zine
I got
at the news stand
$10 USD
on cover says
“Too Fast to Live
Too Young to Die”
white letters
on red background
over black speed metal skull
outline.
Recall shopping bags
pervasive in
Taeyuon Intl’ Airport
scrawled with
inescapable block letters
reading
EVERRICHEVERRICHEVERRICHEVERRICHEVER
RICHEVERRICHEVERRICHEVERRICHEVERRICH
On {Big dark shades,
American Chinese Dragon
step railing slide}
strut over to
black chair by gate
I saw Big Poster
advertising
sugar coated food coloring
dietary supplement
candy garbage
“Inspire Their Imagination”
root canal
future diabetic
Little Brother
child smiles
like first hit of crack
with look in eyes
that say
I am
Ever Rich
Prostitution
I. Grumpy Fat
Atkins diet
business men
buy sex in bottles
at
Duty Free liquor stores
II. Soon Cum
call order brides
that love them
III. Blood smash
Yakuza drug trade
14 y/o
in kimono
waiting for shining armor
tacky-lipstick sponsor
where was father?
Part Two: Sangklaburri
P. Guest House
I. Early wake
upon sloping
terraced
reservoir paradise
P. Guest House
complex
at 300 Baht per
cloud bed night
less than $10 USD
morning yellow mist
with whisper temple-speak
between Thai attendants,
French honey-mooners
and philanthropic
Hawaiian hill tribe cousins
alike
Bizarrely unabrasive
juxtaposition
of watered down
ritual pop Thai music
and bump and grind
MTV American Singles
weave across reservoir
between hammering peasants
with occasional motorboat solos
in a soft blare
that could not describe this
feeling any better
II. Golden Robe
aviators,
blue rubber slippers
Thai monk ascends
large river stone
aggregate staircase
that flows continuous
up walls of two dozen
chambers we rent
as if Kings
and where we go
for breakfast
on patio with
stone furniture
and glowing, transparent
local staff
On porch of room 6
feet up on smooth
drift wood railing
laid back
hand crafted chair
and leather bound journal
off now to rent
six dollar per day
motor bike w/ picnic basket
Bamboo clearing with machete
at orphanage in half hour