THOSE INFERNAL FISH
Having left for the land they've grown legs?
New ways of breathing to go? What is all this?
This restaurant is suffocating, and I dislike the
Vietnamese language. Forced here to listen,
then listen I must. The category of an imperative
beckons - that old guy with the long and tweezered
beard, he seems to seek enlightenment. Well, he
won't find it here. He'll just order some fish-ball
soup and be gone. It's really very good, if you
douse it heavy with a good hot-sauce.
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