“A GUIDE TO BALLIN’ ON A BUDGET IN SINGAPORE”

If you’re interested in visiting Singapore (especially on a budget), please read my friend’s excellent travel blog by clicking on the following link –  HowFarIllPho.com

Hannah also has an assortment of other posts about Vietnam, which all are well written and informative.  I’ll be posting her blogs from time to time and I may even write a travel blog or two when I’m in the mood.

 

bon appétit

today

as i

walked

the streets

to my local

pharmacies,

 

one to pick up

syrups

and bars

 

another to

pick up

codeine

 

one to buy condoms

and cigarettes

 

another for

paper cups

and penicillin

to dissolve

the ludes

 

and one just

for the fuck

of it,

 

i saw a man

walking with

his hands

 

he had both

legs

 

but they

were

crossed

and

tucked

 

he gracefully

sauntered

with

those hands

better than

most walk

with their feet

(especially better

than the drunks

i know).

 

i’m not sure what

he was doing

or why he

was performing

such a remarkable

stunt

 

but i did

wonder if

he ate with his

feet

just to

fuck with

the ways

of the world.

 

-JDR-

social media regrets

I was late to the social

media

spectacle

and for many reasons

I regret

my decision

to conform

to the inevitable

 

my life as a contrarian

hadn’t produced anything

worth more than a

“I’m better than you”

quip

for not blindly

following the

uncivilized masses

 

gifs and memes

blogs and vlogs

shares and retweets

 

snaps and emojis

 

insta-internet-stardom

 

were not on my

lexical spectrum.

 

fast forward two years

since I finally

bent the knee to

the modern day kings

 

and now i recieve

reminders about

who i became friends with

 

what news stories i shared

 

what drugs i consumed

that led to ill-fated

pictures

black-eyes

and

incorrect predictions.

 

and in this

i find solace

and

peace

that in two years

from now

 

this poem

will

reappear

on my timeline

 

and i’ll remember

this night,

 

especially that it was

like any other night,

 

drowned in booze

and

little round pills.

 

-JDR-

fire hazard

the water level

is rising around

the clogged drain;

dried tears and

saliva

kidnapped

by loving women

have blocked the exits.

i showered where crazy people

lived and recovered.

i ate beside them

without utensils

and instructions.  

i stood in line with them,

waiting for our measured

doses.

i sat next to them

watching

images on a screen

while they pissed

on the floor.

i read the new yorker

while they laughed

at the voices in their head.

we held our pants

and shorts

up

with our left hands

because

our belts were taken

and our right hand

was searching

for the handles

hiding

in the darkness.

it’s interesting

where a

broken heart

can lead you.

-JDR-