You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker with society on the side

with society on the side of May and all she stands for

and lack of direction

attempting not to order tripe and eyeballs in a German restaurant

a miner in the interior of Mars

an uptight hotel clerk and one very bemused narrator caught in the web of advanced capitalist mayhem

You Cannot Count Smoke Harvill Secker with society on the sideThese little poems are my orphaned children, with no book or anthology to call their home (until now) due to their mysterious, even surrealist, qualities that have begun to occupy my writing in a gradual but certain way. The ambivalences of love, depression, mortality you will find all of these themes here, all grounded in a perspective that remains, I hope, fiercely introspective and personal. ~ Cyril Wong