Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A D D I C T E D (12)
Amazing poetry shared.
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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