Dope Today is a very windy July day Gusts have exceeded fifty Miles per Hour In all it is very season un weather al During my ewalk to a lost castle (-e) I found two pieces of Granite Red & Grey This made me very happy I was a very happy foot soldier But my […]

I have always noted That I will commit suicide One day when I am grey Of mind or if my thoughts Are so blind that nothing new Retires from my pen As it will be then and only then That I will open my wrists And daub my final poem On the standard walls Of […]

Past Present Future The History of Ghosts Time is Fluid

I am currently reading a book Of Russian Verse And cannot help But notice The brief flames Of some Of the Twentieth Century Lives

I have a friend named Martin Who is a rare creature He is my intellectual equal But unlike me he is small And looks rather weak Sadly this means That he is prone to being bullied Yet when this happens He destroys his opponents With his astonishing intellect I have watched him in action As […]

Jane and I viewed the eclipse From a field above the village It was nearer to the sky than the sea We were members of a much larger audience Who had travelled miles to enjoy this vantage Later we retired to a nearby naturist beach Which given the crowds was lightly used I do not […]

Antoine was murdered by unknown assailants Because his books were honest and truthful He exposed those with small diseased cocks Who took it up the arse for corrupt rewards He exposed the whores with their perfumed cunts Who were the puppet masters of weak men France is sad she will always be sad As she […]

I have just watched a movie That supposed that France Was hit by cold polar air During its hot summer months Although far fetched It is a fascinating concept Yet it is exactly what England Is enduring at present This upsets me greatly The countryside is dull It is already accepting autumn The beaches are […]

I have a photograph of Albert Camus In my bed chamber He is wearing glasses And looks very serious This makes me nervous As I know his eye sight was perfect My name is Yolande de Polastron I have a photograph of Yolande de Polastron In my bed chamber She is wearing glasses And looks […]

I can see you reflected in the mirror You are sketching me As you think I am asleep How beautiful you are In the morning light We are expecting guests So we dressed early The terrace is still in shadow But the air is warm You are sketching me again Sitting on a stone wall […]