*pirate tattoos

Me and Kaare got pirate tattoos in Kanchanaburi, here is a poem about the experience. I meant to post it sooner, but obviously i didn't.
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Last night we found a whiskey bar
that charged 10 bhat per glass
and had two jars
of free rolling tobacco

Kaare and I
sat in front of that
checkered table cloth
on those short
checkered barstools
and alternated
buying the round

We bought a last drink
for luck
and headed to the tattoo shop
buy out guesthouse

The artist finished mine
but the gun broke
before my tattoo was filled
and before Kaare’s was started

We returned to the whiskey bar
to celebrate a half successful mission

Back at the guesthouse
I played the mini tat theme
for Kaare on my laptop
before we went to sleep

*a goodbye poem for bob

i'm in the airport in korea right now-- thought i'd share something that i wrote on the plane--


A Goodbye Poem for Bob
-a poem written in transit

When i said goodbye to you
i didn’t cry
i wanted to
i had every intention about it
but when our time to part ways came
i was in the middle
of that slew of goodbyes

But this morning i left
and i bawled my fucking eyes out
i really did
because it was the last goodbye
--what the past 2 weeks
have been building to

I cried as i said goodbye
to the people who stayed out late
and got up early to see me off
and i know you couldn’t have been there
but that didn’t stop me
from crying this morning
partly because i don’t know
when i’m going to see you again

Now, as far as i know
i’ve crossed the international dateline
and i’m about 4 hours
away from seoul korea
and i’m listening to 'Ruby Soho'
the last song we sang together
for the third consecutive time
and i’m feeling better
than i have in months