letters to thailand - part 7

to the boys and girls of the LEO CLUB
C/o the honourable chairperson BeeBee,
The Construction View Hotel Ao Nang, Krabi

POETRY SLAM

Dutch poetry, my fellow lovers of the cosmic dream, often has that comfy feel of a slow train, safely taking it’s passengers in a rythmic cadence through a mindscape of unknown origin…yet ever so recognizable.

Imagine you came to this miniature sized country, mistakingly ending up in Rotterdam. Wondering what the heck it was that made you go there in the first place you will soon enough come to your senses and take the first train out of town.
In doing so I for one would desire one good last look at the steadily shrinking outskirts of Xenofobia, indulging the departure as an act of self-liberation.

Hastier minds of the parlementarian type however thought it necessary to spend a few billion on a high speed railway system that will reduce the travelling time from Rotterdam to The Hague with 10 minutes, thus bridging the gap in minus ten
seconds or so. For want of leaving Rotterdam it doesn’t sound too bad, however souls of the more romantic kind complain that cows in the meadows become a blur; nothing more than a stain in a bigger patchwork, leaving the retina in utter confusion.

In this nation of giants where future generations are racing towards a state where they will topple over because of sheer length, thus creating a race that is back on all fours, the greatest of poets (most of them well over 6 feet ) all seem to have taken this bullit train called poetry slam.
Panting, their bitter mouths now dripping with saliva, then squirting like a pussy in overdrive, they race through their lines…wittingly outdoing eachother in the safe knowledge no-one can ever make out one whole line, leaving the more inquisitive of minds in a mist…a hazier state of being.
Once I was there…the jury, three foot five, carried an enormous moustache and cup d sized boobs…was it a scam?

P.s. Making up one group taking part in this year’s TV-I.Q. Quiz were brothers and sisters worshipping the Holy Herb. I guess it was the tobacco in the reefers narrowing their cranial vessels preventing them from getting first place…they came in second.

letters to thailand - part 1
letters to thailand - part 2
letters to thailand - part 3
letters to thailand - part 4
letters to thailand - part 5
letters to thailand - part 6