since we are being pummelled
and battered with news of
the doom the gloom the tomb
this is a diary series for those
who want to go out with a bang !
IN BANGKOK ONE NIGHT
the night clerk is playing billy idol at full tilt
"....with a rebel yell she cries more more more
in the midnite hour babe i want more...."
he notices me. i give a smile. he notices her
then broadly smiles back. up the stairs rapidly
as she might change her mind. women do that
on occassion. i open my door and gently guide
anna k inside. the ceiling fan is turning and a
bedside light is on. two mosquitos buzz about
anna k is from finland. medium height and
medium lenght blond hair. pleasingly plump hips
and a round flirty face. anna k of finland
it has taken three nights of chitting and chatting
to get her here. that and as a 4th down and 13 effort
a fine thai agricultural product enjoyed besides
the phraya chao river. throwing her daypack
on the bed, anna k looks around the room.
" hey, this place is nice. how much do you pay ?"
i run my fingers through her hair and then
down her back. " 400 baht ", i whisper into her ear
from the open windows we can hear
the night clerk's music. more idol
"....hey little sister whose the one you want,
hey little sister whose your superman...."
anna k of finland, whose voice is like natasha
of the rocky and bulwinkle show suggests
we take a shower. so we do. afterwards
i intendly watch anna k as she dries herself.
she flings her towel at me and asks what
am i looking at. " you. just you. maybe you'll
sit on the bed "
laughing she asks " why ?"
i tell her to sit up against the headboard.
" because i've never seen a blond before.
you're a blond with matching drapes and carpet too.
in america this type of blond is rare
our blonds have upholstery issues ". laughing
again she says " what !?" i reply, " nevermind "
we enjoy a tad more of thailand's finest
as i walk around the room completely pleased
with things and things to come. thoroughly stoned
and coming down with a case of the giggles
anna k says " how is this possible? how is this
possible that living in the land of the clairol girl
you have never seen a blond ?"
i tell her that is the problem
it's the land of the clairol girl
we both laugh. suddenly a serious look
" but in america there are many true blonds yes?
you should have tried one by now ".
i shrug my shoulders, " well it is america you know "
disco music is now playing from below
"....you spin me right round baby,
right round like a record baby...."
after a moments thought she says, " ohhhh america
yes i understand. america has the color bar up
even in the bedroom. so sad.
well i am anna k of finland. in finland we do not
have this bar ". and with a wicked grin
she opens her legs just so
well spin me right around baby just like a record !