As promised, an excerpt was the Thailand project. And a test to see if blogspot still has that annoying glitch.

This is a work-in-progress. Ignore the underlining.

14-Caffeine hours 

This goat year

in the spirit house

knives symbolize power

Castle moon drop

for scorpion baskets

Innumerable buddhas

preach monk chat

Oh aunt buddha

prohibited

from the glory jeans

River playa

make mine a Mickey

A hemp pulpit

Boy bang

a death pagoda 

Lunar aniseed

worships a sow

sews the wrong spicy sausage

14- When did ‘touristy’ become a word? This preoccupation with food is like breaking up with someone, acting disinterested, but surreptitiously checking their Facebook status updates. I am at a museum, studying Chiang Mai, with the attention span of a toddler. I’ll be the ugly American if only invisible. Pick at the scab of displacement and discomfort or nod out in the opiate of familiarity. It’s like having a conversation with a silent partner. I can’t find the thing. I’m surrounded by fried noodles, spices, dried fish. Durian smelling like gasoline. If only a Thai kitchen. Then the refrigerator magnets, the journals, the puffy elephant key chains in four-packs to distribute to family members. Did I come here to buy stuff to signify being here?

15-A quick peek-through

fission generator

The universe in my legs

a finger in my mouth

Schooling aint living 

in a four-hour 

body cycling is good

Travel with 

foreign mortgage

given as a present 

I’m never gonna be professional 

Keetle corn porn

a hairy puncher

insults

ten peasants 

Let pupusas die

honorably

cheer up the architecture

Nuts up the wall relics

for the yang

the overlappy fugazi

More manpower than sucrose

Waning moon

konks me

and shuts my cookies crooked