Removed her shoes And walked into the sea She was painting its glass With a careful brush So those onshore Could admire its blush For this was an opaque day An opaque day late of year And that was all that was important Her sensible shoes remained on the beach They remained quite silent As […]

Before she left Pauline visited her sister Who lived next to a railway That travelled up a hill She lived in a splendid apartment That faced a sea of mirrors Who lived next to the railway That travelled up a hill From her bedroom She could see where the land had moved The town was […]

Repress the false theories They possess no traction Doubt everything

Sweet Sephine What a silly girl you are I would never tell you to fuck off I love your mystery I love your beauty Your gifts were only empty boxes Will you cross the white desert with me

You can still fuck Josie You can fuck Cora I will join in if you like That is how much you mean to me I feel that I am suffocating you Tell me that I am not I am really a pretty sensible girl This is unlike me All this obsession Tell me to fuck […]

Joe Sephine I would like you to take some pornographic photos of me Why I want you to lock them away in a drawer and give me the key I have yet to see you naked Sephine I want you to run your fingers through my maidenhair Another golden cornfield I do not understand your […]

Joe you are seen as a philosopher poet Really Are you a philosopher poet No I am a street corner in Sidcup

Links the the individual with the nation Not only with the present But with its past And its future Do you believe that Joe Yes It seems a bit outdated Far from it Do you love your country Very much But not the hidden traitors

The possibilities do not exist Failure is not an option This country is run by failures Like it Joe Is it from your pen No I found it written on a pebble On an East Kent beach Not far from where I stood I could see the body of a drowned migrant Who had failed […]

It almost passed me accidentally A hiss of hot enclosed steam Within the confines of the tunnel The ghost carriages Full but empty Reflected the lights of my train And then the cloying darkness returned