A New Shotby

Greg Bem

I’VE BEEN TRYING TOGET THE RIGHTTHINKING DONE INTHIS HEAT.

The diamonds of Phnom Penh.

Glistening through every eye of sweat puddling on arms. Legs.

In what strange angle are you

living?

Decorations.Adornments.Flourishes.

Looking closely we can see the coverage

is following us everywhere we go.

What is being carriedat the edge of the road(the edge of the vision)?

Space patterns in quadrangles.

Wow. The words have marked us. Have created soft imprints on our ethers. Either you’re reading them or you’re not. Are you reading along with what has been placed in front of you?

I coast down the northern half of Norodom Boulevard and pay attention to the signs. I can’t take any pictures unless I stop. I can’t stop long in the blaze of heat wrapping me up like suffocation.

Sometimesyou need

a new shot.

I like the way the flora and concrete mix. Like the plastics. The colorful imagery we’ve grown or built. I love how it mixes together.

On another note, the white building is not exactly white.

It is, though, built . . .

Place. Home.

Equally important to me are those spaces we find lurking beyond that initial romantic focal point, that first concentration.

It’s the ideal beginning rounded out by the robust and ultimately uninteresting ending.

“Do you like me?” it screams.

Do we like it?

We travel through it.

Must we like that which we stomp our feet upon?

cambodianbem.wordpress.comwritten April, 2014 in Phnom Penh,

Cambodia