My Picture: Cover of a book of paintings by  Lai Long and Bich Ngoc: Painters from Vietnam. I met them on a trip to Vietnam.

The hour is late
and I can’t sleep.
A hard moon,
consumed by ill-fate,
screws the night.

It came to me,
how it all slipped away.
A cold truth wooed and won.
Gravely, a tune of sorrow.

But I rather liked the
idea of being bad
And watching people
reproduce more of themselves.