[We Were Different People and Those Were Different Times]
“No, that’s not true,”
I whispered to the night,
recalling that during my last trip
I’d had the realization
that whatever it was I was after,
it wasn’t to be found out there in the world.
Not in the two dollar rooms in Cambodia
with the two dollar whores,
nor swinging upside down from a rope
over a river in Laos,
and certainly not in the filthy shit-smeared back alleys of Bangkok.
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