I often play tennis with my twin Yet we frequently run into problems As our opponents find us strange

Stan Jane Can you hear me Just about I am in London When will you return In a couple of hours Are you missing Rome Very Much I can meet you That would be nice In an hour Where I will be outside of the old French Institute in Leicester Square Know it well I […]

K

Tonight I finished My first poem In five years It is called J In time I will write Another poem K

They are too long Too grand Without shape But reflect The Human Condition

I have been told That I have fallen Into a state Of artistic decay

I worked very hard on my book But you told me that it was too long I made it in to a film But that was cut too Too brutal Too decadent I was told But I only told the truth

We are five minutes apart It is finished full stop Our love has trickled away You are walking towards the railway station I am staring at my stained coffee cup It is as empty as my thoughts The rains have now turned to snow It is snowing quite hard I think of you waiting for […]

You have a habit of walking around our flat Wearing just a tee shirt before you retire I find this very off putting when writing Memo to Self Buy Jane a pair of pajamas tomorrow So that you might complete This wretched poem

Shipwreck Clinging to a sinking Piece of driftwood The sharks are circling I am praying very hard And hope that the sharks Have retained their faith