Bangkok

Everything is swirling- 
    My Racing mind of concerns and confusions,
    Sprial together wit the warm sweat dripping from my face, through no exertion at all...
I can feel the pulse of electricity all around me. 
The bold and boisterous beat of the city, boasts of unending energy. 
She paints herself up, 
In flickering hues, that shift- 
    From red, To purple, To green, gold, & fuchsia.
Ominous sky scraping guardians of the city, 
Illuminate both a towering skyline, And the buckled in pockets of shanty alike. 
Street vendors, pushing and parading their products about, 
Fold in their stands for the night- 
    Pouring water over their heads to cool, And settling in at the nearby bar for a beer and a World Cup match. 
Pedestrians and motorists have a mutual disregard for each other's presence- 
Playing a delicate dance of chicken and near misses 
Weaving amongst each other, neither willing to relinquish authority over the road. 
An afternoon rainstorm shows up suddenly, 
Dropping with the weight of a tidal wave splitting open the clouds- 
    Falling loud and hard and heavy from the sky, to the bustle below it. 
Than, rolling peacefully along. 

I'm not as intimidated as I thought I'd be... 
Somehow, amongst all it's rushed, rattling blanket if urban life, 
The city comes up to meet you. 
Like a gracious host that offers you both calm, & chaos- 
    Both up front aggression, A
    And the comforting anonymity to get lost in her. 
Where the streets simultaneously scream, "get lost!"- 
    And, "come sit down, lets chat". 
With the always churning malay of madness, 
Enticing you to self abandon, 
To melt slowly into the steamy, unforgiving, & all at once welcoming- 

Arms of Bangkok, & her bronzed Buddhas.