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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