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Chinatown, KL

Orange-clad monk beggar

Pot-in-hand winding

Through crowds, wailing

Complaining not of poverty

But of some existential trauma

Howling to the storm above

And foreigners pushing by

For some form of unknown

Mercy

 

His twisted foot sister

Purple headdress crying

Insanity and screaming

At feeding tourists

Drunk with madness

Barking, spitting

A sneeze, vocalized

“Ah…” she says – spits –

“choo!”

 

I realise as I watch this drama,

This procession of performers

On an all-too-real stage

Winding before

My hungry eyes

That there are no mountains

Only very large piles of rocks.

 

Typhoon season in KL’s

Chinatown

Sounds of coughing, rumbling

Sickness in the

Polluted air

Vagrants well dressed

Asking politely

For a break

Tourists seated outside, sipping

Beer, watching them,

Sober muslims

Working, wandering

Smell of something vaguely

spicy in the air

alongside incense

Alongside car fumes

Over shallow sewers

Roasting duck and chicken

Nuts burning

Too many colours to name

Kinds of fabrics

Boggles in the mind

Faces covered

Limbs hidden

Smells and sights combined

 

Morro Bay Market

Brown arms and white chest

Thoughts fleeting like footsteps in the sand

 

Morro Bay in fall

Red leaf dusk streets

White topped rock

Cawing harbour evening

 

Sitting staring out to sea

Pacific blowing salt inland

Waves rising mightily

And crashing deafeningly

Again and again

And again

Jellyfish washed up

Sharks prowling under piers

Dolphins bouncing around

If you can see it all.

I can’t.

 

Trading strawberries for grapes

And two peaches

At the market

On Main Street,

Looking down at the masts

And hulls and eating pecans

And blueberry granola.

So fucking sweet.

 

Sunset packing into 1952 Chevy

A pleasure for peaches

Picking for plums

Fruit give-away,

Gather ye round!

Two bucks for strawberries

Two bucks a pound for heirloom tomatoes

A buck a piece a bunch o’ beets

A buck pound o’ pumpkin