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