Sunday, 19 July 2009

I stop looking up
words I don't know.
You stop sympathizing
with the televised apologies
of disgraced celebrities.
The small white dog
we named for John Dewey
sleeps between us.


Howie Good
Apocalypse Mambo

1 comment:

jem said...

There's more to believe in these few lines that in whole novels I've read. A well caught scene.