You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Friday, November 27, 2009


I never saw a monster
Nibbling at fables
I never saw a monster
Caressing my tender…

I have never felt cobwebs
Could knit a better winter coat
And the fume of mosquito coil
Would rage my indolent evening….

So much you can connect
Between the flute-stand the Octopus
resting down the pelvis.

; a window that transcends my height.
A shoal of life from the smoking nib…

1 comment:

flaubert said...

I love the line " I never saw a monster nibbling at fables". Very surreal.