Hilary and Hilary Are naked on the jetty They are in an embrace I am sleeping on the grass This is not an erotic poem As a fly is irritating my dreams

I am so tired now That I do not even Have the strength To hate my enemies

I need to have an intimate Understanding of your mind Before I purchase This railway timetable Ellen That is very very important

My garden is covered in Augustan Moss The wooden seat is now quite weathered But it still retains its original view Across the Thorn Bury Fields Towards the Great Cathedral

Please do not decode my poems Just experience them

There is a town in Australia called Violet Town Like many I had never heard of this town Until the day of the terrible train crash I wondered how it got its name And discovered that it was located near Honeysuckle Creek With many of its early streets named after flowers Lily Street Rose Street […]

Josie Only in Richmond Caty Cumdump Popped in to see me yesterday As she had split up from yet another boyfriend She felt upset and worthless So I took her to see Virginia by the river But she was nowhere to be seen (she is not with you is she) We then ran into a […]

Josie Only in Richmond Caty Cumdump Popped in to see me yesterday As she had split up from yet another boyfriend She felt upset and worthless So I took her to see Virginia by the river But she was nowhere to be seen (she is not with you is she) We then ran into a […]

Loves of Linda Was the only White farmhouse In the village I stayed there often During the Summers Orange Linda was my aunt Who had married And divorced a farmer Before she was twenty There were always Six oranges In my room Sometimes I ate them Often I just drew them nature morte And pinned […]

Joe I have written this with your pen Here goes I was invited by a French pal to attend a season A season of short French movies No longer than twenty minutes each It was a refreshing experience as I adore French cinema There is nothing grubby about these small confectionaries Unlike British short movies […]