You think that because you have seen me naked That you know me Inside and out That is completely untrue As the only geography of me That you know well Is the property of my sister You know nothing else of me

You think that because you have seen me naked That you know me Inside and out That is completely untrue As the only geography of me That you know well Is my surface You know nothing else of me

One of the great things about committing suicide Are the endless choices one has at their disposal Pills guns bridges trains sharp knives and so much more After a close consideration I chose a local cliff It is in an area of outstanding natural beauty Which would ensure that my last seconds Before the searing […]

I am so excited I can hardly sleep Why Because a new railway station will be opened tomorrow It is the first one in this part of Kent for over ninety years I am happy for you Phillip but I cannot say I share your enthusiasm Will you accompany me to the opening Yvonne Whatever […]

I like this painting who painted it Grant Wood What is it called American Gothic Who are they A farmer and his daughter It looks like home It was painted in Iowa What are you wearing Pearl My dungarees Why Because they are cool Pearl Caleb Are you wearing anything under them Only my panties […]

For many years I have been studying The Terrible Machines of Anne Boleyn Which have been all but forgotten by history I am standing in a fading barn in Somerset Which is rumoured to have been built Over one of these terrible machines At present I am waiting for permission To begin the dig using […]

If you build a house With weak foundations Then in time it will collapse The same applies to railway stations I am at present waiting for a red bullet train To pass by at high speed using the central tracks From this vantage I can also see a yellow school bus It is parked next […]

today you and I have many hours in front of us they belong to us all it is up to us to decorate these hours in whatever way we choose this poem has been written during the last hour you might ask why i have given it a french title which is in all likelihood […]

The low air of the afternoon Had been humid on my skin I had been lightly sweating As I wandered around the town But I soon felt the breeze Grey and then cool gathering pace Against the ancient stone walls I could taste the imminent storm Which was darkening the narrow streets And sending the […]

Adrift beached on an empty wasteland The catamaran soon broke up Scattering sections of her splendour wide She was quite dead and was being consumed By the exiles and the creatures of the coast Yet there was no account of the crew I looked out into the sea of silver dreams Which remained at peace […]