Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A D D I C T E D (12)


Amazing poetry shared.

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By Hoàng Xuân Sơn, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A D D I C T E D

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I’m addicted to kopi luwak, the civet morning droppings

[ imagined that, sounds great doesn’t it ]

what money, let alone Asian palm civet

dear god. so are the days of our lives

picking up the pieces

Saigon’s fresh dew

at the 5th and 7th intersection

now besides the massacred trees

the tall looming buildings squashing the tiny shop fronts, toadstools on the pavement

there’s still a quarter of a quart left to share

cheers to the dubious disbandment

a quagmire that the gods have lost interest in

or(are)

high and mighty proud as peacocks

beneath masks of tottering subordinates

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gone where are the cyclo, the ka boom backfiring engines

the boss noisily dragging it along

the boss’ wife on her butt squashing the pomme de lait

the sharp pointy…

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