Linh Dinh Poems
|1.||The Cat Will Know||6/19/2007|
|4.||A Reactionary Tale||6/26/2015|
|6.||My Local Burning||5/26/2006|
|8.||Toy For Future Children||7/13/2007|
|9.||Love Tokens (A Translation Of 'Tặ Ng Vậ T Tỏ Tình' By Tran Da Tu)||8/2/2007|
|10.||Death Will Come With Your Eyes||6/19/2007|
|11.||Are You Refined?||7/10/2007|
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Are You Refined?
I used to paint with linseed,
Now I paint with crude oil.
Draped in cheap oil and sweating oil,
Under an increasingly hot sun, I steer
An oil car, on oil, towards my oil job.
Look at that skyscraper made with oil!
Billboard-size minimalist oils decorating
Spanking lobbies of unctuous firms.
Before meals, I pray and take an oil pill.
To feel upper or downer, I chug a lug oil.