Linh Dinh Poems

He has a muscular torso
With a thousand erections
Lighting up the night sky
But none sticks up more
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I used to paint with linseed,
Now I paint with crude oil.

Draped in cheap oil and sweating oil,
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Death will come with your eyes—
this death that accompanies us
from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old regret
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A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field
Dozing through decades of blood and bones
Then one morning
In a bustling future
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I’ll give you a roll of barbwire
A vine for this modern epoch
Climbing all over our souls
That’s our love, take it, don’t ask
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Man and woman watch each other lying in bed:
their two bodies stretched out wide and exhausted.
the man is still, only the woman takes long breaths
that quiver her ribs. The legs distended
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Why be ashamed? When one has done time,
if they let one out, it's because like everybody else
who belongs to the streets, one has been in prison.
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Again the rain will fall
on the sweet pavements,
a light rain
like a breath or a footstep.
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I was a caring husband. I bought socks for my family.

My swarthy wife liked to wear these thick woolen socks that came
up to her milky thighs.
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