Free verse № 133900
Night song of Pattaya
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.
6 comments
Am I even close?
Child prostitution and the occasional murder and cover up. Noone their cares though so covering up the invisible is ironic.
As usual I'm in a happy mood lol.
Even better: painted-tin Virgin icons!!!
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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