Saturday, 21 January 2017

Thinking of Salomé

Across Europe he goes.
After her words, the loves,
Her clever vignettes,
All retailed by a friend.

He thinks of Hume, 
His old love Schopenhauer,
The poverty of passion
When you buy it secondhand.


Sunday, 8 January 2017

He Comes He Goes

Pans are boiling.
A field’s small talk,
Its steam rising up
Out of the dead
And dying.

In a shallow ditch, 
A small patch
Cleared of corpses,
Two strangers
Drink and smoke.

Monday, 2 January 2017

A Bad Trip

Beware of friends. Especially when they talk about novels. A friend calls this one a dream. And so we read the book as if in reverie; nodding off now and then we enhance the effect, an oil donkey over a well of words.