I am slowly walking Towards the sleepy town It is hot already The baker is playing my piano A recital is near His step daughter Alberta Abease Is cool under An outdoor shower She is being watched By a visiting priest Who is drying Her yellow dress Erotic Poems of Summer

Up at five as usual The sky in pale blue Reflecting the sea I am a naked I always am It is more comfortable The cat is in the process Of killing a poor mouse The back door is open It seems keen to share its prize I am not so keen Sadly I am […]

Whenever I go to the swimming pool I always stand to the left of Grace There is no reason to do so It just seems the right thing to do

To understand time One must Understand the circle

Time cannot be seen Only the instruments Of time

Her attention had been broken By the passing violence Of a speeding train

She stood in front me Holding a posy Of celebrated flowers

I let you watch me shower So that I might Purchase a railway ticket I then changed my mind As the symmetry of the pylons Was pleasing to my eye

I have been led By God’s hand Like a stray creature Butterflies will celebrate My amazing journey

High above my home city I can see many Coloured balloons All are sponsored