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CHILL
martin bradley
Cambodia Chill
copyright 2014 Martin Bradley
ebook published by Dusun (non profit
Kuala Lumpur 2014
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CAMBODIA
CHILL
a prose poem
martin bradley
In the beginning,
sleepy early morning
flight descending
to deluged fields
intaglio etched
rivulets bushes trees
blue tarpaulin draped
roofs, safe against
watery onslaught.
Familiar dust strewn
streets lined with
bottled petrol and
Ginsbergian boys
slim brown tousled
haired. Siem Reap
early morning waking.
Tuk tuk sir. Honey B
all abuzz with being
back. Cambodia stirs
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shops schooless in
season of green and
damp, fragile in an
uncommon age. Tuk tuk
sir. Back to Colors
gallery seeing Phany,
Ponleu, all grown,
mature, not like the
children from before,
all talent and big
eyes, now brandishing
sleek iPhones, dudes
talking teacher talk.
Ponleu cool strands
of beard relic amidst
surreality of teaching
gallery, Mira fan
blowing gale as four
Khmer children place
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pleasant breakfast
at Moon Villa tries to
hijack the day fails
still desperate for
coffee watch her load
tuk tuk clothes for
school. New Leaf Book
Cafe watching temple
roofs red piercing
heavens slight cloud
sun rising blue sky
promises beat jeep
languishing relic
from past no longer
forgotten, shaven head
Eminem wannabe lopes
past Wat contrasting
orange draped monk on
Dana mission. Tuk tuk
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Molotov cocktails,
down dirt track.
School smiling faces
headmaster waiting
talking road repairs
energy low need
caffeine boost. More
dust more heat. Bong
Bong chop chop coffee
coffee tiny glass
not expresso local
charcoal heated coffee
laced in roadside
market shack, Thai
creamer, driver Sitha
smiles. Englishman,
two glasses coffee
filling a gap but
still insufficient no
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B girl sketching
opposite pink lean-to,
line by line capturing
essence of rurality,
simplicity. Sun blessed
dappled baby sucking
sweet mother milk in
silence of Cambodian
rural idyll satiating
raw id/ego of sunshine
child. TV arial pricks
incongruously into
rural sky. Padi calm.
Pink dress girl
carrying baby cycles
under yellow-as-thesun morning glory,
papaya, banana.
Cockerel squawks.
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gentle air-borne
apsaras. Small naked
girl runs squealing.
Two bitches chase.
Brown black younger
dog collapses submits
to older. Sniffs
younger head to toe.
Satisfied returns
to post. Black dog
hesitantly walks home.
Morning Nai Khmer
restaurant electric
absent, sweat slowly,
two eggs bacon bread
iced coffee, shock sun
bounces from land
cruiser. Tuk tuk sir.
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Coconuts chopped
splash juice into dry
air. Hello batman tuk
tuk flying Batman
insignia driver Bruce
Wayne, not Caped
Crusader. Its a tourist
jungle, Siem Reap.
Air-con van travels
sleepy dusty road
out from Siem Reap,
rushing past sleeping
golden Buddha, sleepy
sandy cows, endless
padi stretching
forever green into
my soul. Fresh fires
cook bamboo tubes
stuffed with sticky
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trousers, striped
top, hugs them ever
so preciously to
her slight chest,
smiles the biggest
smile ever, smiles of
happiness, smiles of
gratitude, smiles of
sweet contentment,
love, harmony. Another
measures jeans against
her thin legs now
knowing they will
eventually fill the
space, eyes the rice in
the clear plastic bag,
she smiles too. Stuffs
her new belongings
into her Snow White
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the end
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