Street Art: Bangkok text

Che is staring at my face, the politics written in cheap, runny ink. Black berets and NWA, Soviets, Nazis, commies, and police. Rabbits and retro train cars glued up in children’s punch-on pixels, the afternoon on Khao San Road.

Rain drops drip down back alleys loaded in sticker secrets, street vendors hawk under signatures of touring and local bandits, and on occasion break into full painted tags. The red box reads Bangkok and Other Places for a stack of postcards prepared in the pack.

A rasta bar red green yellows, all familiar tropes. Tells financial tales: In God We Trust, Everything Else, Pay Cash. Pull out the rest of it and slap it down on books to read in other cities, replacement pairs of jeans.

Load onto the airport bus and get prepared for the Other Place.