Dream Infection

Morning midst along the Klong’s side,
youthful monks row small boats,
people gives food with smile.

Lost in woods for hours,
deep in spring’s twilight,
feets smile at the ground.

Dripping sky,

grey landscape,

longing for the moon.

12.5.08

Old memory’s haunting dream,
a fertile seed within sweet fruit,
it now grows beyond my realm,
and I, but the shadow of ghosts.

~Sunit 4.1.08

Democracy blooms in Siam,

pig-head flowers with corrupted leafs,

millions of fools water it with ignorance,

’til they all died of its sweet poison.