Pit

Shaddocks and mangosteen,

Pints of Mandalay rum,

Coltrane’s A Love Supreme

Clouds obscuring Mt. Fuji.

We bail on Siva’s contrived ride

Hustled along Colombo’s shores,

Took the road under our feet,

Laughed all the way to Hong

Kong at the openly clandestine,

Bringing back what then seemed

Like only the beginning of a

Lifetime of memories to Beijing.

Numbed by the jazz now.

Milky white breast exposed,

On the plane; barely worth a

Postcard. Keeping four-four time.