Sabine is by the pool She spends a great deal Of her time in the vicinity Of the lower terrace Watching me swim naked Even though she is fully dressed When I ask her why I always receive an identical reply In another life Edith In another life Erotic Poems of Summer

Means that by the very act of thinking It proves the existence of a thinking entity A self that does the thinking It establishes the certainty Of ones own existence Even if everything else is doubted It comes so easily to you Rufus Why do you call yourself Tuppence Tuppence My name is not Tuppence […]

I tend to drift around cities Anon Nobody notices me I prefer it this way A girl that does not exist But secretly I am a freedom fighter As I vandalise advertisements A dick here a cunt there Happy and sad faces Or just fucking confused I was arrested the other day By a snorting […]

Most educated people Know what this means But I am now doubting As I live in a country That once ruled the waves Yet its rats still drown In its flooded drains

Hi my name is Joe who is not here I am sailing the seven seas With my sister Josephine And my fiancée Sephine (yes it is true) But we have had 2 return As my silly mummy Managed to break her leg Whilst she was in Egypt Thankfully it is not 2 serious I am […]

Little boy blue Come blow your horn The sheep’s in the meadow The cow’s in the corn Where’s the boy that Looks after the sheep He’s under the haystack Fast asleep I was born in Manchester and raised in Chelsea Or so I was told by my parents dear I preferred my southerly home As […]

Sister pregnant at sixteen Caribbean husband Out of work Has never worked Already has coffee coloured kids In two other towns I am deeply in love With the garage owners daughter Who I intend to marry When I am released I am her bit of rough She finds me dangerous I do not stand a […]

There is a large modern clock Above an androgynous platform A large number of trains pass This blind clock each day Unaware and not understanding The complete mysteries of time

When I was very young I was gifted a subscription To a glider magazine It taught me all I now k now About blue gliding In the vast unknown I am often asked Why I do not glide My childhood models Whose whitening remains Now scar common fields Is my on ly ans wer

The village railway station only escaped the axe Because the then owner of Sommerseat Was a friend of a friend of the chancellor This was to my advantage as I owned The rather lovely stationmaster’s cottage Our station was reduced but not unkindly so With both platforms remaining and an hourly service I belonged to […]