Just your average war hero  Wounded  Sent to convalesce on a lonely island  Hidden from war  Whilst there he meets a nurse  Who cares for him  They fall deeply in love  He writes a book  A Book of Keels 

sweet wrappers  in a blue glass bowl  their passions spent my detached hand  floats  around the room  it is attracted to the stars 

Red fishnet tights  Yes  I am sorry  Why red  Because it is my favourite colour  Why tights  That is all I could find  They are not very seductive  Not meant to be  They go with my leather skirt  Red and green  Should not be seen  Red and black  Never look back 

Come in Claude  Come swim with me  I cannot swim  Really  Yes I am terrified of water  A grown man like you  Sadly yes  Is there anything else you are scared of  Heights  I hate heights  So you do not fly then  I am not a bird  Help me into the boat  You are going to pull […]

Bitter East Wind Warm But Bright Changes in the Weather Not Far Away Cold Cold Cold Zed Day

Sad toys and windswept flowers  Left on memorial benches  A hollow champagne cork  Echos like a tolling bell  There is a rough concrete road  That has no conclusion  It just vanishes into the sea  The Roads to Freedom  Is used when the sea defences  Are worn tired and flat I found a soft sea shell  Which […]

I am a museum  A museum of my past  Which arracta nobody  This is the most interesting thing  About me 

Were you switched at birth  I wonder if you were  One holds high office  The simple one is dead 

I often play samurai chess  With prisoners  In the hours  Leasing up to their executions  Win you live  Lose you die  Draw  And I will make  The governors daughter  Available to you  In the uniform of your choice 

I tend to visit  These ghost stations  On warm summer days  As they seem less tragic  Some have worn their years well Whilst others have faded into the past  There is an overriding sense of decay  History is silently crumbling before my eyes