by | Jul 12, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments


Hot summer nights and
Echoes of that exotic
Time, gold skin on white.

Pulp Fiction

‘She entered the room
In sections’. What did happen
To Mickey Spillane?

Eastern Advice

A Bugis Street “girl”
Sways and smiles down the road, eye
her at your peril.

At the beach

We watched the man dry
His face, as we’d watched the dog
pee on his towel.


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