Regarding the Spiritual and Social Situation of Vietnam Today
(Observations that are current but abstract and highly general, typical of the deep, sensitive, and brave soul of poets)
Having lost our senses,
we carry on the struggle of cooking maggot corpses
from a busted refrigerator.
Mud dwellers, our goal in life
is to compete for the title
of The Filthiest.
Camped out in the Gentleman’s Club chewing dog meat,
the worldly smart asses talk big
then stumble home
to hang themselves upside down
in the style of bats.
Those shady dealmakers,
cunning malignant
clowns (who are rightly
scorned), travel in packs through the slums
plotting land grabs.
Hope is a gas station—
SOLD OUT.
Look at these few sorry daydreamers
pushing their scooters around,
so tiresomely.
04.2012