I have always preferred to embrace The Nordic Types I am married to a grey eyed blonde But we are often distressed at the corruption Of our soft childhood memories

A black star had suffocated any illumination As I walked by the sea my shoes were covered By a deep oil like substance crude in texture But all was not lost as I soon found a refuge White bright and full of air light to the touch I explored the remains of my ancient shipwreck…

Heatwaves in the cities Tropical nights My exotic flatmate Part English Part Hungarian Is a musician Wears only white To reflect the heat And takes blue ice baths She works for the postal service At weekends and bank holidays I have asked her about her name Was she named after an actress No she replies…

i own a glass bottle which is full of smooth glass pebbles and synthetic plastic shells it uses the light to its considerable advantage it was suggested that i add three small pebbles from the beach to illustrate an illusion of loss

In an hour I will join a train That started its journey yesterday I know nothing about its past Its present or its future There is a cabin waiting for me As I enjoy my privacy I am writing a short history Of blue and golden cushions

I am slowly walking Towards the sleepy town It is hot already The baker is playing my piano A recital is near His step daughter Alberta Abease Is cool under An outdoor shower She is being watched By a visiting priest Who is drying Her yellow dress Erotic Poems of Summer

Up at five as usual The sky in pale blue Reflecting the sea I am a naked I always am It is more comfortable The cat is in the process Of killing a poor mouse The back door is open It seems keen to share its prize I am not so keen Sadly I am…

Whenever I go to the swimming pool I always stand to the left of Grace There is no reason to do so It just seems the right thing to do

To understand time One must Understand the circle

Time cannot be seen Only the instruments Of time