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  • Wet Thursday September

    Spear railings unused protect the ancient steps Nearby autumn leaves are slowly falling Tight and erratic in the squally winds The small wars are now upon us People are hiding in shops and cafes The streets of this small town are quite deserted Yet before the next bell the high sun will return White and […]

  • The House of Faces

    I cannot escape the sinister guard Who watches my every move With its cold reptilian eyes

  • Elizabeth Faulkner on Rufus Street

    I live opposite my ex wife She is married to my best friend I see her most mornings In what was our bedroom She parades around either quite naked Or in various states of undress This torments me greatly As I did not instigate the break I have asked her not to so this to […]

  • Swinburne

    An hour gained an hour wasted Open your eyes just open your eyes Jane and I visited a cafe She purchased a wooden boat The cafe slipped off of the cliff Some years later Landslips are a fact of life In Bonny Bonchurch The waitress who served us Was named Anactoria  She lived in Freshwater […]

  • Puma Park

    Niece of Mungo Daughter of Dumbo Lives in Gumbo Nickname Jumbo

  • Kiss of the Larddie Bird

    A tune on your reed whistle Hollow sounds vibrate Across the shrill valley In the high trees The Larddie Birds Are engaged in their courting rituals

  • \\\\\\\After|||Tractatus///////

    Wittgenstein retired from philosophy for ten years Favourite colour Red Ewe Purple Violet Number Three Yours 69 Behave City Paris Yours Bath Which end Behave Meal Steak I will cook you a steak Drink I do not drink Sherry I love sherry Can you paint Not to any standard I have exhibited Music Classical Jazz […]

  • danseuses

    Today I purchased A small green book Poems of Robert Browning Enclosed on page seventy-seven There are a number Of pencil and ink sketches I know that you like dancing A parcel will soon drop Through the letterbox Of your night blue door

  • Lake

    If you look to your left what do you see a fallow field it is not a field then what is it a lake you are looking at a lake that is my name why are you always sad because i am rather sad i see the ills of the world the vacancy of existence […]

  • Cafe Society

    I was sitting with a group that I hardly knew Sissy was my only intimate friend For an hour I listened I hope that my ideas will change insurance My second exhibition takes place in February Big things are expected from me after my season Joe is a poet Really What is it like being […]