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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If it feels and looks like racing,
And crashes, hallelujah, like racing,
Then it's World War III all right.
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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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His palace surrounded, he fled through miles
Of secret tunnels, hopped into a waiting SUV
And was driven to a house of worship, where
They finally found him, hours later, praying,
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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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Invaders invariably call themselves:

a) berserkers
b) marauders
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