sullen & apathetic

in a small sleepy river town

a white haired 60-year old German with his

29-year old squeeze for two years said,

everyday I call my wife in Germany at 2 p.m. then I am free.

she always asks me why do you go to Cambodia. i go to Cambodia to come inside my squeeze. to received tenderness under the false pretense of love and affection.

it’s part of the International Fair Trade Agreement. i trade her my money for her time. it’s a mutually beneficial relationship.

how’s the garden doing in Berlin? fine. 

sullen and apathetic suits their nature. evolutionary process. the khmer woman stabbed her lover in his heartless heart using laser quided molecular silent revenge. take that you bastard.

pin head

Fear sang a middle class song accompanied by a young girl spoon feeding Chinese infants before they were stolen by gangs of coastal traffickers.

A young boy’s value is $3,500 - $5,000. Negotiate. Continuing talking about the price.

Always Be Closing. ABC in kindergarden classless freedom.

The one-child policy created a desperate daily search for heirs.

Losing face meant public humiliation.

Shame.

before a girl swept she wept.

yes. birds whistle foolish sharp twills, humans yap emotional distress, leaves vein, rats, geckos, butterflies echo. ah, a faint sound of a step slap on gravel.

a piano note. broom music on stone.

a crescent moon sex slave on her back massages ink sky is-land floating on blue water, a wake for the living. be a work of art or wear a work of art.

compose tongue bones inside tibetan thangkas, golden threads, grounded semi-precious stones.

mandala. centered. release.

read everything backwards. write right to left to the imagination sitting on a metro subway

sandwich dreaming world dust exposing word tunnels. arabic mystic dervish dances.

spin your wheels. wheel of life. angels dance on a pin head.

give her a sewing machine and she’ll change the world. 

clown money

once upon a time Orphan and Elf enrolled in a kindergarden class. a new project in Laos.

where's the stuff, like toys and games and books, they asked.

our supplies are limited said Budget, the administrator.

this was a new vocabulary word for Orphan and Elf.

what's a budget? it's the control of money.

what's money? it's paper with people's faces.

may we have some paper and pencils, asked Orphan and Elf, WE can draw faces on paper.

here, said Budget handing them sheets of papyrus and graffiti lead them now-here.

be my guest.

thank you very much.

Orphan and Elf designed, illuminated and created paper money with faces of clowns.

great, said Elf, let's exchange these clowns for some stuff like toys, games and books, OK, said Orphan.

they went shopping.

trade sex for security

He sat at an Indonesian warung, a cheap food place offering white virgin rice, spicy chilly, egg, green veggies, tempe, tofu, deep fried crackers, on the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Smokers called it the Berlin Wall because they could smoke away from the inquisitive prying eyes of parents and administration moles. Desk jockeys in green plaid. Hot and sticky tropics. He’d escaped from the tyranny of noisy educational sad robots trapped in their futile expectations of perpetual childhood.

An illiterate village woman piled her trash near a grove of banana trees. She lit a fire. Roosters, hens and chicks scattered. Smoke curled around a man pushing his chipped blue plywood cart loaded with plastic dishes, cheap cloth, simple tools, brushes, mops, bags, hats, and basic household goods. Rolling wheels through neighborhoods.

Cumulus clouds gathered momentum.

Nearby were yelling village people. A tall thin woman teased her 4-year old monkey boy child.

Pregnancy was her ticket out of hell, loneliness and misery.

In world villages you traded sex for security. Father ran away to impregnate new victims. A mother tormented the kid. He cried. She laughed at him. She created a mini-monster. A boy who hated women now and later. He was dependent on them for food and affection.

In the future he’d kill her with a sharp machete. A mother and daughter uttered primal grunt sounds. A mother combed her daughter’s hair scavenging follicles for nits and lice. Protein. Human evolution.

Crying children. Perpetual distractions. Emotional zombies, minus seven. Time=death. Life is a temporary condition.

carve

in a village
a girl carves
a gourd
she creates
children
families
animals
homes
forests
flowers
skies
rivers
stars
planets
delicate
lines
spirals
universes