the road to vientiane

A humid, sticky, flesh filled Bullet

Barrels through jungled mountains.

Bouncin’, Boppin’, Bumblin’

down muddy moonscape roads.

Blasting past Bovine and Bi-wheeler traffic

with Brief moments of respite

from the Bumpin’ Barrage.

Tests of vehicular suspension

leave you momentarily suspended.

Carving a nauseatingly curved path,

along a cliff edge or a river,

the driver races his own shadow.

The sun sets red in a purple sky.