Voyager boy in humid repose
Thousands of Islands -
limitless and remote
Your own discovery
Endless serenity of a dabble gone wrong
But so right
So have no fear
Lower yourself
your reservation behind
and splash beneath the bow
Blow your top Java
still not cool enough to drink
Here, time is judged by greeting
Seasons two, condensed
then dry
Snake skin - lava - rainbow sky
You are one of many, walking with care, between a rice grain breadth of Asia and Java is real
Not filtered or fanciful
Doctored or deceiving
It runs at a pace you must quicken to
Decaying In the face of chaos, it’s people exhibit a calm that confounds you
Up then down
All over Sulawesi
You breathe the steam deep
A thick unyielding stickiness creeps
Cloud-show terraces form in cascades from
mountain to dry cracked skin of grandmas with no teeth
Down into the town
The road clog chokes on a pulsating cackle of dust and smoke
Disrobe to thread bare night
where on some indulgent evenings
it sounds like every man and boy, with engine between their legs
to the tune of eastern pop and throttle
is riding not to a place or even to an end
Heading west across the Makassar strait
Plunging deep into Kalimantan, Borneo
Where white skin cannot discern between sweat and humidity
In Tanjung river, like body water droplets, you flow out with the silt
& jungle smell
everything wet plantain
stacked and smoked
By river filled with barb and venom
It soaks through skin and skull
permeates the brain of palm and mahogany
in our memory to counter what we clear a
Blue connection- Monkey vision of red forest man with eye contact we descend through countless generations to a common ancestor
and then return again
With sad amber eyes
All through Bali
Between tat and tack an ancient magic binds Monster and man
exchanging masks of commonplace for what there are more gods than words for
Eventually fall asleep in disorderly, cruel evenings under spell
lizards hunt the remnant of what your mind can tell
In the oriental half light, slip in and out, up then down
Sick to stomach but it's alright
Unquenchable
Curious
Give me more disorder of the senses
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