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.