Links the the individual with the nation Not only with the present But with its past And its future Do you believe that Joe Yes It seems a bit outdated Far from it Do you love your country Very much But not the hidden traitors

The possibilities do not exist Failure is not an option This country is run by failures Like it Joe Is it from your pen No I found it written on a pebble On an East Kent beach Not far from where I stood I could see the body of a drowned migrant Who had failed…

It almost passed me accidentally A hiss of hot enclosed steam Within the confines of the tunnel The ghost carriages Full but empty Reflected the lights of my train And then the cloying darkness returned

It had been an extraordinary day An October day that was so bright white That everything glowed The air was as kind as the hours Summer recently departed Had paid the area a late visit Before the grey winter winds And their short shifted days Extinguished the town forever

I bought Roy Boy A toy Just to annoy

I was a policeman for a number of years As I wanted to give something back to the community In certain ways I did make a difference But then the decay set in I grew quite cynical Which made me uncomfortable As I enjoyed the accidents That the bad guys suffered We are harder than…

Hi Joe Les You are going to enjoy this I was in a small coastal town yesterday When I saw a couple of cops Sitting in a police car (obviously) They were enjoying coffee together She is such a slut Funny Man They were parked on a double yellow So what Decay Joe Decay Listening…

Come join me here in East Kent I am living in a cottage near the sea Where I used to stay when I was a child You were telling me that you have never Witnessed the bright white light That Turner celebrated and so admired Do get the next train south my dear girl And…

Josie I must say that it fucks me off That one of our greatest poets Who has a prestigious award Named after after his achievements Has been soiled again by worthless entrants I have looked at this years nominations And not one is a true poet far from it I am not interested in perverts…

Our paradise was almost hidden from view Which was its biggest advantage Glenda and I often spent time there Just listening to the colourful birds And generally being very lazy I have written a number of poems About these wonderful days Which I keep locked in my study I am thinking of publishing them When…