Jack Smyth

The driver drives past midnight
I check the time
It's naught naught tomorrow

I ask:
"King killer of the bad men"
About Zebra meat on my breath
And the mint blade

Here at the hotel
Annabelle y Bell
'No Pets'

My nurse with knife removes her shine of shoe
I check the time

The long pink sock on her sweating foot

Jack Smyth lives and writes in Sydney. He has trouble in video stores finding movies he hasn't seen. He once ate Zebra meat in a Namibian steakhouse. The taste was surprisingly close to Beef.