My flower seller Lived in our cellar During the war

The vacancy is dulled But never filled

Seven minus three equals four Eye Em Sea Tea

My dream was odd extreme I was walking along a freezing path Cut into an icy wilderness In the distance there was a rope bridge Strung high above an endless gorge On the opposite side a living island God chosen and full of wealth Was awaiting the result of my journey My bravery was about […]

Such was the blindness Of the scouting birds That the seasons passed unnoticed And faded without thought Letter from Jean (1972)

The difference between the endless nights and endless days of my younger brother could not be measured using conventional instruments Letter from Jean (1972)

Geraldine I hate it When you suffer from dire rear You always tell me That you are going To the loo I am not fucking interested As I hate fucking Cornwall All Cornish women are mingers I seriously prefer to fuck you When you are well Although I still draw the line at anal

India Ibiza came to my party Which I held in a church hall Deep in Rural Sussex She brought two cases Of Chilled Honey Dew Beer As well as her sister Reg

Mike show me your new tattoo No Y Because the sun is too strong Give me a clue It is mathematical I have shaped my pubic bush Really do show It is here hidden under my bikini pants Do show It is a work of art dear heart I have a question Why if you […]

What do you want What have you done Nothing You always say this to me When I sunbathe topless