The Kingdom of Fruit and Flowers (eBook, ePUB)
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The Kingdom of Fruit and Flowers is vivid, vibrant poetry of chaos, chaotic love, the lushest of vegetation and heat. We traverse that world as Duras did, falling into drama like Bukowski. The journey unearths Saigon, the mess of it, the mothers with babies, the thieves, the rats. Catch glimpses of the lush and beguiling vistas of Laos, where gold flecks litter the banks of rivers and butterflies sip the Mekong. The South Pacific, where everything seems young and if you were lucky enough you can catch glimpses of the Kingdom. ... the simple pleasure of just being with you lounging in the cours...
The Kingdom of Fruit and Flowers is vivid, vibrant poetry of chaos, chaotic love, the lushest of vegetation and heat. We traverse that world as Duras did, falling into drama like Bukowski. The journey unearths Saigon, the mess of it, the mothers with babies, the thieves, the rats. Catch glimpses of the lush and beguiling vistas of Laos, where gold flecks litter the banks of rivers and butterflies sip the Mekong. The South Pacific, where everything seems young and if you were lucky enough you can catch glimpses of the Kingdom. ... the simple pleasure of just being with you lounging in the course sand and the dark river your soft skin collecting the grains your soft skin imbued the world turning stretching our shadows with the evenings getting cold when the sun leaves even in the summer the salt dried in our sweat chills to the wind the birds of prey go to nest and the salmon find deeper waters ... the girl I would always crawl to her place half dead cold beaten down, infected by humanity or more accurately the lack of if I would get there cold, half dead and crawl into her bed her warmth and middle of the road flesh and she would take me in every time maybe because I was beautiful, a writer half dead but with stars in my eyes when everyone else were never born with them or traded them in for mirages or had them stolen the only thing she stipulated that I take my clothes off take off the stench of the street the weariness the lost promises and be there in the flesh cold and half dead. ... All prayers bring me closer and further away from you All songs undone on these streets we walked on The scientists stared at the stars and talked of changes in the sun They teach us how to swim how to count how to make money and tend gardens Not to love and be loved ...
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