I frequently write poems when facing the sea But these poems do not always work for me So I leave my notes on the beach As later gifts for the sea I often bitterly regret this

A fool contributes nothing worth hearing And takes offence at everything I have nothing to add to this Just crawl back into your fetid holes You know who you are

Joe Josie When I washed your shirt I found A Star of David in the pocket Yes I was getting a new chain I need not ask but why were you wearing it Our family is not Jewish But as I have noted I know the answer You just want to pick arguments with those…

There is a Z Lister who thought it was her duty to share her malignant views with us all  I read somewhere that a psycho had planned to throw acid in her face  But decided not to do so as she was so fucking ugly already  There is a female Labour MP who is so fat and…

I had been ordered to guard a terrorist Mainly for his own protection He was a small man of about forty And seemed surprised that I spoke English As he also spoke English rather well The man told me that when he was a child He saw his whole family massacred By the army without…

For a while as a young child I used to live near the Welsh Harp But I remember absolutely nothing Which is an advantage As by then the railway station Was no longer a railway station But a memory of a railway station The naturists had been hounded out And I would imagine wore clothes…

During my last living dream I saw you beautiful at your birthday party Your make up exquisitely applied I will never celebrate another birthday As I still lie here in the cloying mud This will be my only mask

Reynolds is there anything to report No Sir I would not expect anything less on Christmas Eve There is something Sir You are going to think me deranged Come out with it man I saw some movement in No Mans Land Movement In No Mans Land It was infested by thousands Of Decaying Angels I…

Minnie’s letter has just reached me She is well apart from a heavy cold Which are all too common In Upper Slaughter At this time of the year Due to its odd geography A geography that I miss so very much These are your dangerous days my love She whispers towards the end of her…

I visited Sandwich today There was not a cloud In the crisp blue sky Little did I know as I travelledThat a gathering of clouds Would soon extinguish the light And darken my midwinter day January 11th 2024