Saturday, July 24th, 2010
benjamin smith | Cộng hoà Xã hội Chủ nghĩa Việt Nam
Dead in trenches
The trenches in Hue,
Where men once died,
Now grow daisies and
Lizards trip out
In the dragon fruit vines.
While the soldiers
Hear this same poesy bullshit
Day in and day out
While they wait patiently
For female German tourists
In yellow dresses.
Blonde hair cascading
Over their soft,
Warm,
Deeply tanned
Tits.
Haiku, Kinda
A featherless chicken
pecks in the dirt as
Yuen pulls a bamboo pipe
beside me.
The heat
and the [...]
