La Mer Le Garage La Walmer La Traffic Jam La Rammy Town La Drink L’ Eau La Car Showroom Ed Ruscha has a lot to answer for

In a dream I thought that I was on a train With a wide bed Positioned for this dream It was the height of luxury To sleep as I crossed Europe Towards my destination But all dreams end And I found myself Sleeping on a bench In a Night Station With Alinea of the Cities

it is the hour to be drunken to escape being a martyred slave of time to be drunk on wine and poetry and beautiful women masturbating naked in your filthy bed paris is a whore my friend she promises everything but ends up spitting you out like a cursed ship on a sea of phlegm […]

The masses are rude lame unmade In their demands and influence I wish to break them up And draw the individuals Out of them When’s the next train mate In about ten Romford or Upminster Upminster Are you a local No What’s your name Henry What is yours Every Every Man Then I shall travel […]

I alone Live and suffer And howl Along With the rest Of the world

Easter is getting closer as the air matures Our town is receiving its early visitors Coaches are parked safely in sedate bays I am sending a decorated postcard to you

I had always considered these flats to be dreadfully utilitarian But they command such magnificent views over the railway When I came put of rehab I was offered a small flat on the sixth floor And although I would not have chosen it under normal circumstances I accepted this accommodation just for a place to […]

I am in a cinema I am waiting for a train I have an imaginary mistress Who does not know me I am a stranger to her The movie has started It is about a man Who is in a cinema With his imaginary mistress She is waiting for a train At a nearby railway […]

Your fireplace George Yes Where was the photograph taken It is a photograph of the Talyllyn Railway There appears to be a celebration In full swing ring ring sing sing ting ting The Coronation Train of the 2nd of June 1953 My Uncle George was in the area at the time He took a number […]

I am coming Really coming Well please hurry up As the wheat fields Will not cut themselves