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Night song of Pattaya (Free verse) by Caducus

Children on plinths. Painted masterpieces. These artists perform dreams and hot spoons. Grey as kerbs who shine for ten dollars. Moonlight bullion fades away. Every price has a cost wrapped in tarpaulin is the never was born and always dying. Walk past the enamel masks where tears and innocence hide. Ignore the children in denier who bark for hiding jackals the night song of Pattaya.

zodiac 21-Nov-05/10:04 AM
"Masterpieces" seems an extremely poor word choice. Not only does it add nothing of significance to "painted", but "painted" doesn't add anything significant to it. They're not redundant, but they're the closest thing. And aren't these kids much more comparable to bagatelle or objets d'art, something cheap, mass-produced, and marketed for the poor unaesthetic masses?

Even better: painted-tin Virgin icons!!!




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