torpor of 10 December 2000
The temerity of Temerloh
a hazy, lazy Sunday afternoon ennui
muggy coma, patient
in moping misery, watching the heat encroach
waiting in weary way for wretched transport to come
breathing in fuming, irritating health air
trek to a restaurant, for late overdue lunch of the
colonel’s chicken, chips and coke
enjoying the air-conditioned corporal relief
general insipid monotony
I’m not over keen on this place, being marooned here
twice for a few hours in 2 weeks is enough for me
wooden would-be passenger mock chatting
in ankle skirt, clutching tissue, cheap bag
the occasional tired taxi
waiting on nothing, boring, no-one to hire
an ancient, dirty excuse for a 21st century
country coach coming with a roar
microphone man announcement; our exit now 5 30
not a moment too soon for me
