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His libido wouldn’t let him be So Big Muddy on his gurney prayed Opened the grey exhausted craters of his eyes Stared at the big sky and let the die Cast across the...
Read MoreWould you like another drink A cigarette sir The monk in his robes is meditating Feet crossed on the tiles Chanting in the mountain valleys Smoke rising from brick...
Read MoreCOLD BLOOD The stranger came swinging his vacant lantern Yellow globe in the night The dogs barked but the lock didn’t rattle The family slept and dreamt of slides...
Read MoreIt was time to clean the glass I began the work the work With great optimism But the stains grew darker Except the bright wing of winter And the scarlet pieces pierced...
Read MoreThe traffic in Saigon is a marvel of balletic brinksmanship as 8 million motor bikes behave like schools of fish, swarming over its streets and traffic circles. This is...
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