Dear Jane By the time you read this mail I will be on my way to Norwich Let me say that I am sorry for our tiff yesterday It was all my fault But some things really fuck me off And I let them rise to the surface You are a good influence on me […]

Jane do you know what I saw as I walked past Kings Cross A train No Then what I saw a chap who was even taller than me wearing a dress How did that make you feel Stan I felt nothing Liar Well I felt a little angry Just a little angry Stan Well the […]

I am travelling on a train tomorrow With a walnut and a crow I have already purchased my ticket But there were no tickets for the boys Just toys and sweets and toys Where are you going SMO I am going away SMO is going away

I once spoke to a walnut And he referred me to a crow I asked about travelling alone And was told that it was generally safe But it depended on where I chose to go

This war is getting odder Said the walnut to the crow

Nichols grieving John gone Am I next I ask Will I be killed In action As the last shell Missed me By a fraction

I am neutral Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring

A casual remark A fleeting glace A jealousy A gunshot In the night

We are here to learn both light and dark Black shows up the white Purple enhances yellow Rough gives value to the smooth Always paint in the plain air As the light is far more honest And the colours more vivid

The light here in Cornwall is quite fine It is the equal of Venice Please do not remember me As these are not my words They originated elsewhere