Phi Phi. The night places are closed.
Midnight angels start to tread the lanes.
One well dressed and made up transvestite,
who is all ready for her capitalistic romps
has with her a young boy, perhaps 13,
and another handsome looking one, perhaps 16.
The 13 year old boy exhibits some female traits,
in his walk, in his way of talking.
That's the way, the influence some boys get
if they keep company with women
let loose in a man's physique.
The older boy obviously is going to be
a rival to the transvestite. He knows
his assets and the people ever ready
to leap onto his wagon of sensual delights.
He takes out his box of cigarettes, lit one,
and cooly chain smokes. That's the way if
you want customers in the night.
A farang comes along and the transvestite is
obviously excited well for business.
The 13- year old boy is seen earlier going
into the nearby 7/11 store, and then
passing her a packet... obviously the night's condom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem