I often do handstands on railway stations When the staff are not looking or busy elsewhere It is a hazardous activity as one can easily lose balance And fall onto the tracks which would not do If a train is coming at speed towards your exhibition

Marooned on the small dunes Far from the incoming tide You are so perfect so beautiful I am going to pick you up And display you with pride In my bright city apartment It is the least that I can do for you

A tree shed of its warmth Dominates the green window Throughout the long summer months Its heavy branches obscure everything Apart from the gleaming fields of gold

All people create their own gods Maybe for a comfort or a security Maybe because they are vain They struggle with these gods Quite why is a mystery to me As all they are really seeking is a blessing Which is already within their hearts

One Way Street Lido Sea View Concrete Wall Childhood Memories Decay and Hope My Mother Lives Here

A sleek train passes in the distance Oblivious of the game in progress Seagulls hover over the afternoon trees Searching for the suggestion of food The January sun still hangs brightly Threatened only by the evening clouds The players have been reduced to shadows This is the reality of an English Heaven

The Sea View Garage High on the hill Did not close its doors As it now sells used cars The unusual blue security lights Can be seen by passing ships Faraway at sea And by the silent houses In the valley below

A question that I often hear asked Is what is the Blue Hour Does it exist or not The surprising thing Is that most of us without knowing Witness the Blue Hour twice a day It is the intense hour just after the sun rises And the final hour of the day just after the […]

Talent hits a target no one else can hit Genius hits a target no one else can see I am sitting in Death Valley reading Schopenhauer It is so fucking hot People have told me that I am crazy Possibly But have they no idea who I am

I never tire of meeting Spiders in lift shafts They are interesting creatures And help me to conquer My morbid fear of heights Between May and September I frequently travel through Europe Mainly using regional trains both fast and slow My favourite route is between Paris and Lyon As it gives me a good excuse […]