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Kaosiungh
by S. Chenthere are no stars
in Kaosiungh,
with its filthy alleys and
hazy nights, streets
full of orphan dogs, and the
city clamor echoing off windows
stretched up to the sky. jammed
with heat and smoke and shrill-
voiced women, men with
dirty hands and crooked
yellow smiles who wave
you over and say theyll
make a special deal, just
today, just for you.
10/20/2007 Author's Note: Another poem for CW, another temp title. I don't actually have the antipathy for Kaosiungh that the poem might suggest, but the assignment was to write a poem about a country with a "specific emotional viewpoint" and the first thing I thought of was all the things I don't like about it, so.
Posted on 10/20/2007
Copyright © 2025 S. Chen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/21/07 at 05:07 AM Kaohsiungh - Taiwan, no? I've never been there, and thanks to this poem I never will. I kid, I may very well go; I fit in quite well with orphan dogs and scam-artists. But anyway, fine poem; I'd give you an A for it anyway. |
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