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Chinatown SF

There we were

In the midst of an oriental expose

More like a permanent museum display

 

The history of our foundation here in the West

Build on the backs of the yellow and black

Only I prefer to keep clear of the festering beast that is Oakland at high noon

 

No

This was someplace stranger

Chinatown, San Francisco

 

A soy canker in the greasy mouth of America

In some circles this was the closest thing to an escape

Or the closest thing to internment

 

It’s all about perception

A pompous soccer mom/beast attempting culture meanders through the local chaos

Green beans or shallots tonight?

 

A psychedelic mess with an unwarranted response

Could she handle the absurdity?

I care not, choose the latter sweetheart

 

“Shallots”

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Written by
robert-ueda
American
Published
May 11, 2013
Lines·Words
19·124
Notes

A strange almost interaction from an obscure point of view. Yes, i recommended shallots to a stranger.

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