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Phnom Penh: Synchronicity of Possibility


The timer switch of dawn, a flickering lamp and the city switches on.  A smooth transition from the jungle of the night, emerging from the heart of darkness, where we plunged into concrete karaoke cells.

Overwhelming synchroniCITY of possibility. Intense gruelling heat seeps in and fires my soul. Cooled with a tower of iced beer and a crash of water bursts on my head. Happy new year. 

Motos rumbling, swerving with skilful negotiation and ferrying unlikely family loads.  Roasting duck, steaming chilli soups and sticky pork with giant porcelain teapots of green tea which dissolves  into the mush of tall glasses of ice.

The country keeps on moving, recoiling back from decades of pain, disconnection…perserverance. The reliability of this morning’s breakfast in the avenues of Phnom Penh. I see barefoot monks, bustling blobs of orange. I am buoyant.

The light masks the creatures of the night and enslaved human bondage. 



Vexed virginal virgos exert their new lives because they can. They can join the soap opera, too many colours, glamour and lies. Easily flying high with serene twirling hands.

Intense Khmer gangster high, resisting the tuk tuk ride and rice wine. Calmed by balloons, a simple mellow joy marred by sallow eyed skeletal sadness.  Stolen childhoods and cheated generations.

Phnom Penh, transitional city of possibility. 
Monsoon is coming soon.
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Destiny 99 Street





I was movin'
Now I'm stayin'
Who does this pre-arrangin'?
And the Lord he showed me Mercy
And she showed me 137
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.



Now Aunty's doin' mi ironin'
And down 99 I'm cyclin'
For my workin' time.


So we goin' out-a strollin'
The people, they be gazin'
Totally frickin' amazin'
Mi Ghanaian came to town.



A new dawn here is emergin'
Glassy towers, they be buildin'
The oily river is disgustin'


Now we're headin' out this evenin'
Leave the Ba'hi boys philosophisin'
And iced beers we be thinkin' can ease this heat...
I'm burnin'


So the wedding party's explodin'
Totally struck by lightnin'
A mesh of sizzlin' wirin'
The corner of 99.



Khmer karaoke I'm now hearin'
Pulsatin' through mi ceilin'
We barangs are overspendin'
The street vendor's glowin'
us confusin'.


The males are chattin' and bondin'
The girl she be gone dancin'
While the snail community's gatherin'
Through their nightly toil.



And life just keeps on seepin'
Through our kramazones.






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Travel Poetry

See my travel poetry posts on Phlitterings:


Farewell to Dalston - leaving town for the road


Tashi Palkhel - about a Tibetan refugee settlement in Nepal


Cattle Collection - the cows of India


Phlittering Indian Boys - Indian males


A Trip to the Circus - impressions of Thailand
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