Thursday, 19 January 2012


Dwell not so onward into the night
Dwell not so on cracked hearts and women’s thighs
Dwell not so on the undressing of cocktail rump
Dwell not so on the several states of the elect
On that combination so rare
Potent because it’s not really palpable within an hour

Dwell on the airy
Smoky conversation
Smokier love affairs with women you have not met
Inspect insects on their pilgrimage across this page
Before the egotist’s eruption
Dwell not or your wounds will never be licked
By Lamb or Time

(First appeared in S/WORD, Issue 1, Fall 2011).


  1. crazy cool poem - you have your own style

  2. I'm certainly in favour of looking beyond the self...