I have an exhibit in the Art Gallery It is showcasing local artists I have called it Robert Trebor Because that is my name The gallery has insisted That I call the exhibit Two Pebbles and a Golf Ball For the sake of clarity

I do not know what made you do this It was quite stupid and has caused damage You have also hurt me a great deal Which I know was not your intention But that is the reality of our situation

In his apartment there was a rough wooden table Much stained and damaged in parts It was at odds with all the other furnishings But my friend would not hear of its disposal It has accompanied me without complaint on my journey south and it will accompany me on my return journey north This was […]

Kingsdown is a village just shy of Dover Outside of the immediate area It is not well known I prefer it that way

The fishermen are fishing Far out at sea Their boats are anonymous One Liberty Ship Is remembered By the village

Pebbles sea glass drift wood and shells Litter its generous beach But all remain uncollected As the village retains its peace

A year ago forty degrees was reached in Cambridgeshire It is not forty degrees here today it is nowhere near that heat There are towering cumulus clouds in the coastal skies The air is quite humid and the sea breezes benign Twenty two Twenty two degrees is my educated guess

I often stand by the summer sea Playing a blue trumpet It helps me to relax As I witness the splendours Of another new day

They sat together in a bus shelter In the quietness of the afternoon Exchanging long glances And then the bus arrived The girl to the left stood up And hugged her friend There was no emotion in her eyes Silent words were exchanged And then the erotic faded

I still have not forgiven you Stan That is why I purchased your favourite perfume Riots of Paris Funny Stan Present it to Marie Ange I only said that she was like a fine wine How do you think I feel Every time you go to France You come back or even if I am […]