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Canto the Fifth
Bargirl Buddha
I
It was in M _ _ _ _ _ _ bar, a raunchy place,
Where girls danced naked (none of them were shy)
That Jim met Jao. He didn’t see her face
Because her curvy body caught his eye,
As did the way she gogo-danced with grace,
Well meriting the adjective suay -
Like girls in paintings seen at the Grand Palace
And just the thing to stir his sleeping phallus.
II
The M _ _ _ _ _ _ girls were not famed for their wits -
Though Jao was different, she was quite a scholar -
Their selling point (for Thai girls) was their tits;
Jao’s were so tempting, that, though not a mauler,
Jim fondled them (as well as other bits)
While they sat talking in that den of squalor.
(The flesh and fondling now have been abolished,
Because the new boss wants it spit-and-polished.)
III
Yes, Jao was different - she was from Chiang Mai,
That ancient citadel of Buddhist trances,
And golden temples typically Thai,
And palaces where traditional ram dances
With bending-fingered grace delight the eye.
(And all of this her character enhances.)
But Jao was different in another way:
She would not sleep with any man for pay!
IV
Jim said, “Then why work in a gogo bar?”
Exasperation twisting every feature.
“I get my dancing pay, the odd pourboire,
Money for Lady Drinks: I want to reach a
Goal. I’m saving up - I know it sounds bizarre -
I want to be a meditation teacher.”
“You must be good,” said Jim, “just to go through it.
I’ll barfine you to teach me how to do it.”
V
“No boom boom,” she said, “for me that’s bad karma.”
“OK,” said Jim, “but please don’t think me rude
If I probe for a chink in your chaste armour.”
“What’s that?” she said. “We’ll do it in the nude.”
“OK,” she said, “it’s best like that.” (The charmer!)
“But first we must eat vegetarian food.”
Then to Jim’s bedroom on the second floor.
A chaster night that bedroom never saw!
VI
Instead of sex, she taught Jim meditation,
Sitting like Buddha; bosom rising, falling
With every rhythmic breath. Jim’s concentration
Rested just there - those mighty melons lolling -
Almost Nirvana. What a situation!
Jim loved it so much that he found his calling:
Christian no more (though never a do-gooder)
He vowed to imitate this bargirl Buddha.
VII
So in his journey to this Land of Smiles
Jim found his goal: a paradise of sex -
But he found more than that by many miles:
He found an inner peace - now things don’t vex -
The petty problems of our stressed lifestyles:
Congestion charging, Tony Blair, the ex;
But above all, through meditation ritual,
He’s rediscovered that he can be spiritual.
VIII
And as Jim said goodbye on his last day,
He wondered how he’d tell his friends back home.
“I’d never pay for it!” he heard them say,
Suffering as usual from closed-mind syndrome.
How could he tell them that he’d found ‘the way’
In a humble bargirl’s arms, more than a tome
Of wisdom in a smile, and in a diet,
Youth and health? He’d have to keep it quiet!
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
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January 29, 2007, 07:22
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