In an opiate stupor <br />for three days I lay. <br />In a Burmese border town <br />boarding house. <br />Where I slipped in and out <br />of consciousness and <br />dreamed of Chinese whores <br />in 'Ming the Merciless' brocade dresses <br />pulled on rollerskates <br />by fleets of Chihuahuas.<br /><br />Fred Barton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burmese-dreams/
