I have walked many miles In an effort to find you Mary-Anne But I have drawn a blank And I am now travelling home As you remain hidden in this city

The first time I met Norah Was when I caught her At my window calling for a coffee As her girlfriend crossed the road Her modesty was checked by a light blue shirt Which revealed as much as it tried to hide This was another one of those Greenville days That I had begun to […]

When I first met Juliet I considered her Very beautiful But then she changed Her thoughts became infected And now I find her quite ugly

Once a week I would visit a slip road Where the whores Offered themselves I would give these poor women Bibles Which were without fail Thrown back at me This slip road Is now known as The Road of the Abandoned Bibles

My wife is a photographer I am her subject She often points her camera directly Into the sun As I can be seen to vanish slowly Within its arms

Au dela Au dela Au dela  I humming repetitively  On the edge of a great forest There is a brightly coloured barrier It has halted my progress I cannot go further And although I have planned this far I have no futureplans I feel a vacancy I no longer have the powertochangethings IshouldbefrightenedbutIamnotfrightened Indeed I […]

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