What if Nietzsche came to my street ?
And sat on a bench by the pond.
In a Christian school,
faithless amongst the faithful.
What if Nietzsche saw the skyscrapers?
Amid fetid humid Bangkok grid,
budding in the reincarnated rice paddies.
Would it power his will, or will his power?
Nihilistic never naughty Nietzsche,
sat outside my window, on Soi 19.
With a red balloon,
and Daniel, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy’s Ana and Nietzsche.
What if Nietzsche came to your street?
Would you even see him without his red balloon?
Would you even shrug, or care
if Nietzsche came to lay bare?
Daniel, Bangkok, June 2017