At exactly 01:23 each morning A bus passes my house There is no reason for this As all Southern District buses Cease at half past nine This bus has travelled Along Station Road At this exact time For a number of years There is no explanation As to why this occurs

The buses in this town are Blue Purple Blue And have three decks Lower Middle Top They are called Knight Buses As a Mr Knight Owns the bus company There are no routes As these have All been declared redundant With the exception Of routes 312 and 321

Joe Josie Where is Essen In the Ruhr Valley Where is the Ruhr Valley In the Fatherland Why do you ask Because Cora’s schoolteacher Was born in Essen I think she was German Joe Josie Do you speak German Nein I do not believe you Why Because you have translated Rilke In my dreams

Christ has moved to Essen I saw him this morning Sharing a coffee With an angel He is studying the history Of West Country Television Stations I have purchased a galleon Which is docked in Bristol Awaiting repairs After it was attacked by pirates Using silver catapult cakes (New things are made familiar and familiar […]

I am Finnish My name is Maarika I am blond And rather tall I have a scar on my cheek As I fell off of a horse My best friend is Icelandic We currently live in Lyon As we are both teachers Many people think we are a couple But that is not true As […]

I ring Jeanne de Chiem And invite her for coffee At the Cafe of Flowers We then row my boat To an abandoned island In the middle of the estuary And pretend that we are castaways

My name is Jeanne de Chiem I am an art teacher I always wear blue or grey Roll neck sweaters Sandals and Jeans On summer evenings I collect wild flowers From long lost graves And press them Into my many scrapbooks

My name is Jeanne de Chiem I am an art teacher I always wear blue or grey Roll neck sweaters Sandals and Jeans At weekends I sleep in the spare room And hold conversations With the framed photographs That are displayed on my wall

My name is Jeanne de Chiem I am an art teacher I always wear blue or grey Roll neck sweaters Sandals and Jeans At weekends I give free lessons To the blind of the community As long as they take me To the cinema And give me bunches Of red raw roses

I am an addict Sliding into on an oblivion That I cannot see taste Or even feel I haunt shop doorways The doorways Of once respected shops Now derelict and forgotten Most people despise me Just because I am there Although I am quite invisible To the naked eye