The utterly brilliant Joe Coleman walked under her window and grossed the quad  He was directing She Stoops to Conquer this year  Viola had a small part in the Spring Play  She had been persuaded by Robbie the doomed Welsh poet  Who in months would die in a drunken smash on the brutal A1 He had given her…

If I had not been born  I would have never  Been the poet  That I am  I would have never assassinated The guilty politicians With my silent rifle  Which made the world a better place  If fate had taken  An alternative journey  Then I would have ended up  Just slipping down your wretched throat   

Today has been a musical day  Full of the songs of sunshine  A happy day like no other  It is evening now  The colours are fading  But the perfumes remain  You are sleeping in our new bed  For the first time  I am about to capture The night breezes  In coloured bottles  And will present them…

My daughter is very beautiful  But she attracts the wrong type  The obsessives  The mummy’s boys  The collectors of beautiful things  Normally I would have a word  In their shell like  And things would return to normal  But Nick was persistent  And began scaring Vikki  He was something in the City  And often flashed the cash  I…

This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere.’ – The bed replaces the ‘centre’ (the earth), the walls of the bedroom replace the crystal ‘sphere’ which in medieval cosmology (following the ideas of Ptolemy) surrounded the earth and carried around upon it the disc of the sun. Did your daughter ever wonder what happened…

It had been hot for a number of weeks  I was in Folkestone  Near the funicular railway Which was being being restored  (the reason for my visit)  An abridged cafe  Had also survived  (unlike the burnt tea)  Which haunted me  I was very happy  As the light was perfect  The spectacular Shoreline apartments  (another reason…

Did I know the posh man and the pretty girl  It was his daughter  Nice frock I wish I was willowy like her  What do you think of the apartments I have not really thought about it  It is a bit blowy down here in the winter  Would you like to live in one of the…

That was all that they found in her room Along with a note that read  A moment before a moment  It has been over sixty years  Since she disappeared  Nobody has an explanation  The strange thing is that her clock  Never worked after she vanished  It never advances beyond the twelfth hour 

When I was released from prison  My father ordered me to stay  In his Potiers house  As I had brought shame on my family  I reluctantly agreed to this isolation  She was weeping  Having been robbed  By a couple of Arabs  I took her back to the house  To help her recover from the ordeal  She…

I travelled into the city  Looking to find Julia’s assailants  Knowing that I would never Be able to find them  As they all looked alike  I stopped at the Cafe Charles Martel  As the day was mild  And I had not eaten for hours  Although I felt at peace with myself I felt an anger…