I am a cunt I have always been a cunt I really only care about myself Why I am tolerated by others is beyond me   I treat those who love me quite badly And always take to the high ground I am always right and never wrong     Cunt He is a cunt […]

My father survived Pearl Harbour But died screaming When I was fifteen I have never forgiven the Japanese     Ann du Pre (1971)

In the street in front of my apartment A line of dancers are slowly passing by I believe the work is called The Nelken Line   The effect is hypnotic   I have recorded these thoughts in my diary         suicide note

Pure Allegra Would bathe Before Dawn As she liked Hot baths Whereas her friend Preferred cooler ones   Pure Allegra Pure Allegra Worked in a bank That had a tank Of exotic fish In its reception area   Pure Allegra Pure Allegra Had crossed America Three times Coast to coast But on the fourth occasion […]

On Tuesday we travelled along three desert roads The first was pretty straight and ran through what I considered to be a quite repetitive terrain   The second road was surrounded by low hills It was there that we picked up a hitchhiker called Barbara Denis lectured her on the dangers of accepting rides in […]

In the summer of 1977 I found myself in a small village not far from Maidstone It was whilst I was there that I found a pile of paperbacks On a small table outside of a General Store I soon found a tired copy of The Stranger by Albert Camus   We were in the […]

I always party in my panties As to me it is more practical Jenny Lord If you spill your drink On your expensive jeans Then they will retain the stain The same applies if you wear Your favourite party dress So why spoil your lovely clothes Jenny Lord My only advice is to wear clean […]

Do you think that Jesus gives a shit about what we do in the bedroom  And the bathroom  And the bathroom  And on the common near the ice cream hut  And yes on the common near the ice cream hut and all the other places where we conduct ourselves badly  Apart from Chislehurst Railway Station  […]

As I float lifeless in the sea I look at my semi distant study And wonder what I might have written If I had not jumped from its high window But I am not unhappy far from it As the sun always follow the moon Neither really vanish in their entirety I have just completed […]

In my study that overlooks the sea I watch the tides come and go I watch the passages of the moon And the passages of the sun My study is one of the only places Where I can actually feel my life Fading and growing at the same time