Here is the first effort, not sure what it is (I sound defensive), just random things I heard and saw in the sex scene world of Thai. I think writing free verse you need to let your mind wander, to flow freely, to go here and there. I tried to do that with this poem. The lines span several years from around 1999 to 2012. Everything here was said to me, and is written as I remember.
UPDATE* I made many changes in this second and now third version of the poem, added, removed stuff. So many different ways this can go. Will probably never finish it. I guess some poems never end, they are constantly in motion, always fluid and changing.
Maybe with more work I can eventually include this poem as part of a gallery show or in a book. To show the faces, and tell the stories is always my goal as a documentary photographer. Poetry is just another way to do this.
Hotdogs For Dinner
I want to eat your hot dog! The ladyboy spoke
I snicker and smile and shake my head no
Food to the left, deserts to the right, look its a cockroach quickly in flight
Handsome man come here, where you go sexy man? Stop! Stop!!
Cheap drink, sexy girl, free food yelled the bargirl from her bar
covers his bandaged leg in red sauce, looks like blood
She came out of the dark, looked all wrinkled and sick
Take me, no take me, not my friend
Mother with baby, hands up, eyes down
Sitting on cardboard on the walking bridge as people march by
But they always say jyeb, jyeb, jyeb (hurt, hurt hurt)
Let me touch you, here’s my card, call me, bring a friend
I smile on the outside
but cry on the inside said Long the gogo bar dancer
Good man said old Nok, not many here, sit, have food
She had her bloody mehn (period), blood was everywhere!!
The fucking lying bitch!!!, screamed the very fat man from New York
He smiles, unfolds a brochure 2 feet long, all the pretty girls, young, you want? come,
come with me!
I no have customer all week said 35 year old lek
Farang not like me no more, I too old!!
Lady no good she not know how make man happy, I do!
I have baby in Khon Kaen said the girl on the bar stool
My mother looks after, husband go, I send money her
I need to develop my film, will forget and remember.