My Picture: Street Art: Ho Chi Minh City. Vietnam

Some are not interested in the forests,
or how many Asians died.
Nam Viet is a restaurant, open
from 8am-11pm each day.
And summertime in Hue means
cheap booze and handmade suits.

In Da Nang the girls in golden tight dresses,
who can hardly walk in their six inch heels.
Sell cheap cigarettes from table to table.
Always with a smile and a look at their breasts.
And wanting a dearest friend to be at their side.

On trips to Hanoi and Hoi An,
the code to Vietnam’s literary treasure.
I met some tourists, sinking to be happy.
And calling to nothing, and the fall of the future.

They asked thin questions with no light

“What about the Women Andrew”
“What about the nightlife and the girls”
“Do you think they’re sexy?”
“How expensive are they?”

A friend in Ho Chi Minh City asked me
“Why do people think like this?”

“I guess it is easy, if ugly is all you know”, I said