I have captured your image But it is still wet in the dish I have written a poem about you But my ink refuses to dry

I have invited my best friend To spend a weekend with me In the town of Ramsgate We have agreed to share a room With fine sea views But not to have sex together As this might spoil our friendship Mathilde is lying on her bed She is quite naked I have placed a book […]

She grew up in Neuchâtel She died as she lived Silently and without theatre Those who were there Told me that even God Mourned her early passing

In my latest poem I appear as a cat We are both called Joe The poem ends with one of us Being killed by a speeding car

Ray had returned from Wales He sat on the corner of Poland Street Opposite the Town Hall It was Jazz Week in Market And he watched as various Swing contests Moved towards their lively conclusions Earlier he had purchased an autobiography Of Alfred Henderson the famous snooker player Which had been signed by the great […]

The hospitals are full of people Who have recently touched me My kind words have caused then harm This was not my intention So I will not accept the blame Please apportion it elsewhere

Diamond snows in the desert I had wandered too far in my dream And had silently discovered The diamond snows of the desert That glistened wildly in the moonlight My senses were unable to understand The vastness of the towering dunes That surrounded me on all sides It became all too much for me And […]

First of all let me say that my father is a vicar I was brought up in the House of God I am a gentle person who helps out when she can But when it comes to the decay I take no prisoners There is no reason for us to accept decay But it is […]

One of the nicest things about this area Is how many real men Pass me on their beautiful Harley Davidson’s The purring of the engines instantly wets my cunt I feel that I am in full orgasm I tingle and shake all over These men on their Harley’s make me feel so safe Miles away […]

After leaving the squat I travelled to France And found work on a lavender farm As I had experience of driving a small tractor Whilst there I met a girl called Margit Who was the great granddaughter Of a member of the SS We swam together And sunbathed on the riverbank She later told me […]