The previous things never happened to me in Vietnam. I acquired the Vietnam experience on the internet before I left Australia. It was vastly more efficient. Then, to get them out of the way, I wrote these poems.


Now I had a new problem: what if there was nothing else?

You need some return for your outlay; something more than a Rolex copy.

But the tickets were booked - the cockroach dust bought. I would just have to hope the conceptual booty
was as good
as the shopping.