Sunday, August 9, 2009

Pungee spike fucking and the art of abandonment.

As i scaled the face of the earth, i found a new breed of

man, here lay the beast of science, an Asiatic goddess of

viral fads and speech.

nothing was left but a muggy apartment, a half full beer

and a knowledge that could span a thousand lifetimes

without being heard, or appreciated.

the hint of surprise and actually meeting it are two

different things.

The hint is a birthday surprise, there is expectancy of some

sort, weather or not its specific is up to chance, but

meeting with the rock face of a cliff after a stroll past a

tall bush, then drinking your own hot salty death on the

beach while you hear your friends scream is real

surprise,along with beastly hugs and a pressing on the leg

where once your aunt hadn't pressed.

"thick vines are nothing compared to thin wires" said the

vet with his hands held out to explain, or rather enunciate

physically the truth he had come to know. "Vegetation aint

shit when slant-boys done created trip wire,flowers aint

pretty, grenades in soup cans, American soup cans, that's

pretty"

and the Vietnamese General's daughter came to the states as

a son.

a tall son with thick arms made for carrying mounted

weaponry or operating artillery,instead the arms were sent

to massage and relax the bones of ruined American men,

ripped clean from cleanliness by whistling mortars, by

howling ricochets,by sinking ships, by men made into dogs

and dogs made into breakfast, godamn ill tell you i didnt

have to be there to know the taste of fur in your stew, the

general's daughter-son told me with its eyes and its lack

of care, lack of tenderness,and lack of regret, it would

have made a perfect soldier but the south "won" and north

Vietnam has no room for faggots.

If it wasn't in the east,it would have been the west, but to

say it was without reason is wrong, because when your stock

is drenched in blood and sweat,the reason your there is to

stay alive, and thats as good a reason as any as far as I

can see.

beauty doesn't grow on trees, and it sure as hell doesn't grow

on Vietnam.

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