Like the rogue dragon fruit left on the railway tracks
just about to get smashed by an approaching freight train
I don't stand a chance.
Not that it matters for what's the use of making trips work
let the heat pick on me first, heavy rains will do the rest.
Made a dash to get aboard, there was no rush to take a seat
through the primeval forest, dragonflies flew in, flew out
They didn't let me sleep.
Ice sachets with a straw, poured green tea, sipped my drink
there's nothing passengers can't purchase in the third class.
Who threw out all the family dogs, their tails now in motion
up and down the wide avenues of the bygone Siamese capital
I fail to understand this.
When the Ayutthaya shadows fall and the glittering temples
on the other bank of the river one by one sink into darkness.
Even though I'm just arrived in town, I'm not quite here yet
at the central station I was welcomed by an elderly cabbie
with a long right moustache.
It was this fellow who drove me to an unknown destinationthe whistle of the express train dwindling away uncertain.