The Queen of Beauty Hangs at the top of my stairs Lit only by the moon On brittle nights I can see her likeness From my floating bed This brings me intimate dreams Which I do not choose to understand

Many years ago whilst at college I watched a television programme About a young but bedridden poet A naked woman Shadow hidden Stands next to his bed Is he dreaming Or maybe hallucinating This is not made clear

There used to be a football team here New Brighton Tower FC They no longer have fixtures Their plans turned to dust Nothing now remains Pregnant at sixteen My younger brother Died young of a wasting disease That might have been curable given time I lied on my CV Decay Decay Decay There is nothing […]

Bluebird released in a white desert Ominous hills Sleek thoughts Paddling in the shallows With a wild deckchair Dry summer dress Do keep your balance Mollie May Drifter Wants to rest Breaks his journey Attracted by the sea Dancing in a storm Saturated sand Thinking of you In a red dress The skies remain the […]

That brain of mine Is something more than merely mortal As time will show Joe I have taken this from a letter That Ada Lovelace sent to Charles Babbage Forgive the comparison But I think the same of you Your genius lies in your poetry You take me to places That I could not have […]

Think outside of the box Think outside of the box Where is the fucking box Joe

The explorer is one of my heroes Although he is little remembered I was named after him By my parents Who were missionaries

I am sitting in the warm sun The mists have blinded the day Only the flat sea exists Everything is calm

Have faith Marianne This beach will always Feature in your letters

The islands of the town Are glowing furiously Their shadows Are planning invasion Evening fish are staining the sea