Because I am Poor, a Letter from Plaa
There is a moment when we know
we will leave this earth forever.
The flowers, glowing blue in the dark
form into a perfect circle.
We treasure at those moments
every small joy and realize
they are as important as the largest.
Flowers perfectly form into a circle
glowing blue in the dark
I flew into Bangkok, drank a Chang beer
with a naked lady, slept beside her,
smoked some reefer, and walked
through the crowded streets of Patpong.
The rain caught me by surprise.
I sat for a long time in one place,
ready to go somewhere,
to go, but the rain . . .
Buddy, I love you a lot
Can she erase years of memories,
erase encounters and moments of pleasure,
of pain, of joy, of sorrow, the swiftly flowing
river through which we have passed?
Once the river has wound through
our lives, we will never walk
these streets again. The truth.
A lot you
If you have a lover
I don’t care
I am same
Why not? How?
Because I love you a lot
Living on the edge
takes the edge off it,
for a while.
You can hope we some evening
But I can love you for now
I am poor
I don’t know your way
I live with you
Poor a lot
I am very poor
Don’t cry today
Because you have me
The flowers are glowing blue in the dark.
We will walk through the perfect circle.
Bad Boy -- Eric Fischl