My sister once painted her arse green And rode through our town on a green bicycle (it was a red bicycle so make up your own mind) I enquired of her actions arse and face It is all about honour she explained to me As we shared a green bottle looking out to sea

A painter lost in the midst of actors A poet lost in the midst of painters A writer lost in a sea of words The Theatre of Cruelty The Theatre of Kindness Only one of these is correct The others are my lies Or they may be truthful Today I purchased a red clown I […]

Did you see that woman on the green bicycle Which woman The one on the green bicycle Which bicycle The green bicycle The bus cut her up on the corner No You did You watched her arse all the way up the road What arse That arse Oh yes I think I remember her What […]

They just looked like an ordinary couple Very much in love and enjoying the day She was wearing a white cotton dress And her partner a pale green shirt and navy shorts It was a June day and the summer was heavy But not all was what it seemed to the innocent eye As both […]

I had a female friend I still have a female friend Who is the most intelligent woman I know She shares the same shelf as me There is no disputing this fact But she is also one of the ugliest women I know This is acknowledged openly by my friend I have a very beautiful […]

I own a wooden cinema Which is dedicated to wooden films My cinema is currently showing Camus Which is far from wooden The movie opens on a snowy street Camus has his back to us His opening lines are Whatever we may do Excess will always keep its place In the hearts of men In […]

In my home town many houses Have bricked up windows History reveals the reasons why Yet all reflect the sea light On to the nearby coastal roads

We the people pledge to obliterate Those who who pollute our rivers Those who pollute the sea Those who pollute the countryside Those who chase profits and cause misery You have been warned This is our last warning

I have always thought that many railway stations Were at their most manicured in the years Leading up to the Great War But they are Blue Remembered Hills Jack That era has passed It has been totally obliterated by time Here look at this photograph What do you see A station master standing with two […]

England my England My Lost England You will be avenged That is my only promise