It is easy to identify the artist But the girl Is unidentified Goodbye Where are you going Away Where is away He is going away

It is easy to identify the artist But the room Possibly on the continent Is unidentified Goodbye Where are you going Away Where is away He is going away

I was instructed by my companions Not to record my dreams As this was not permitted The flower girl told me That she was going to ride me to death But I told her that I preferred Sets of steps designed during The Georgian Period I was in the Magic City It was New Years […]

I can see my paintings reflected In four coloured jars This disturbs me As I am something Of a recluse

I can see my poetry reflected In four coloured jars This disturbs me As I am something Of a recluse

I can see my likeness reflected In four coloured jars This disturbs me As I am something Of a recluse

When I was a child I read Buses Illustrated It arrived at my local newsagents About midway through the month I loved this magazine as much as I loved buses Even though I was young I travelled everywhere It was a different world then free from most dangers People were kind and cared for each […]

We are leaving Dreamland I could say that Than we travelled Towards God But that is a lie As we were kissing In the ghost train A few minutes later This is the last time I will see Mae As she is returning To Amerika in a day I wanted to remember Our visit but […]

Brimstone red gingham red I have a model railway in my garden Which I love a great deal It is a selfish love This was written on a note Pinned to the victims body The same MO said Detective Black Of course it is said Detective White Brimstone blue red gingham blue I have a […]

A plastic bottle Damaged Lies forgotten on the beach Amongst the pebblesthe shells and the sea glass These are collectables Plastic bottles Are only collected With disdain By the bin men In their colourful uniforms