You Cannot Count Smoke Condition:Good When the midnight calls come

When the midnight calls come in from the hospital

As Western governments struggle to balance democratic ideals with religious pressures

but when it’s bombed and sinks

only a few dragons are willing to try - the others are either too ashamed of their deformed wings and feeble muscles or too proud to risk failure and humiliation

You Cannot Count Smoke Condition:Good When the midnight calls comeThese 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