I like your shirt Manon It is so loose on my corrupted skin Is there any hope There is much hope I will wear it as part of the revolution Is white the colour of your choice Yes but I have shirts of many colours

We may not meet again But if you are near I will be with Madeleine 

This will be your nickname I have rewarded you It will also be the last thing That the filthy traitors will hear

I began to hear rumours That Manon was suffering From a serious skin condition In theory she was losing her skin And had to bathe daily like Marat I offered her the services of Charlotte But she declined as she wanted To settle scores with the traitors Who had betrayed her beloved country

Cjiswick & Coilin were never lovers There was never so much as a spark Friends from childhood Same Mother Mexican Dancers Brown Shoes Manon took the Red Tram to Lyons Red Priest in the Skies Morning Late Manon & Cjiswick hardly knew each other Even though they shred a flat

Canterbury Rochester Winchester Worcester Durham Ely Norwich Carlisle Lincoln York Salisbury Exeter Chichester Lichfield Wells Hereford Westminster Peterborough Christ Church Oxford Is that a complete list Norris No far from it My pen has tired Clover Do pens tire Some pens do I thought that mine Would be an exception When will you finish your […]

What are you reading Delta of Venus By Anais Nin Did she not belong To the Henry Miller School Yes and no It is a book of ten or so short stories Erotica for private collectors How many you read so far Six Are they any good They are well written Otherwise they would be […]

I was caged Like a mad negro Yet all I did Was to tell the truth

endless poems always end

We always took the same path Across the the low meadows And deep grassy mounds The pond was surface green Summer Joy was the first To swim in the cool waters I was a little more reserved The sun however encouraged Some effort from my lazy day So I swam out to the jetty And […]