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in foreign lands

I’m now in fair Bali, with boots on the ground, my home in a foreign land I have here found. New friendships they blossom, old ones re-awake, there’s housing to manage and cops on the take. Horizons expanding, without and within, an old life is ending, a new one begins. Mosquitoes are everywhere, biting through skin – not where it is thick though but blood-fed and thin. The stars are aligning, and all seems just right, I’m learning to cherish praise, setback, and slight. The trick is to stay in the now and the here, to put from the mind what might happen next year, to fret not about what occurred in the past, to keep to the moment with daring and class. So onward, brave warriors, keep up the fight, until the unyielding should snuff out your light, whereupon the body then shuts down and dies, and into the aether your spirit soon flies. All hail to the Goddesses, who number ten, whose legends sustain us and shelter us when the hardships of human existence arrive, who love us if we are stone dead or alive.

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on burning sandals

This footwear’s infected, it burns my dermis, I suffer its damaging, poisonous kiss. It’s just on the right side, the left foot is fine, at one point I’d stepped on a shiny-leaved vine, or brushed up against a patch of poison oak, that promptly with oils my sandal did soak. I have tried to wash them, with liquid and bar, the next step I think will be clear vinegar, to cancel the compounds that ravage my skin, but if that too fails they’ll go into the bin. It is just not worth it, to suffer and cope, to wash and to scrub them with vigor and soap, to try and eradicate chemical traces that lurk in the foam and hide under the laces. Last night I moved into a seedy hotel, these sandals they irritate and itch like hell, the dollars I spent renting a door that closes I could well have used to buy new shoes and clothes. That is in the past though, I have no regrets, I’ve learned not to hanker or worry or fret, therefore I will change out these horrible shoes, and cease with my endless and woebegone blues.

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Long exposure, 3 traffic lights in the fog

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dear fair Bali

I just booked a ticket, I did it last night, to pay for my upcoming long-distance flight, back to my dear Bali, that I’d left in May, in this small-town hellhole I’ll no longer stay. This place dulls my feelings, it makes me feel glum, it leaves its inhabitants addled and dumb, it fosters their habits of boozing and sloth – there’s poop on the doorsteps and pee in the broth. I acted on impulse, I should stay a bit, to finish my business and duties and shit, but I’ve held me captive here for long enough, denied myself loving and bought too much stuff. Therefore it’s to Bali, to surf and compose, to craft some more cunning and dastardly prose, to meet a fine lady, perhaps settle down, to set up a new life on fine foreign ground. I’m braced for the fallout from my recent act, it’s off to the airport with no looking back, please wish me a good time, please wish me the best, from you friend I’d expect not one smidgen less.

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