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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.

Caducus 22-Nov-05/2:18 AM
Well thanks for pushing me to raise the bar higher and you're dead right about the mass produced mercandise angle 'made in pattaya for 10 dollars' that kind of thing but harder and more concise.

Your comment has made me understand you so much more.

Its funny how you pick up on the whole art/painting thing - i was going to call these kids hitlers art as he was a struggling artist (and crap) but just couldnt find the angle.

I'm gonna rewrite another version of this for you zodiac.




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