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  • Morning

    I am sitting in the kitchen reading a book about Lou Andreas-Salome You are brewing coffee on the stove and watching the toast Looking out of the window I can see a grey bus that wishes it was green The bakery opposite has just opened and the Saturday assistant is adjusting the window One of […]

  • Canterbury Light

    At 10:18 on the 16th of September I could be found reading Le Nihilisme Europeen In a riverside park in Canterbury not far from the magnificent cathedral I had been in this location for over an hour studying Nietzsche As I always did on Thursday mornings during term time The air was cooler than it […]

  • Slow Motion

    Why are you crying Anna Is it the Queen No Can I help Not really Then I will leave you alone Please stay It is silly What is silly I am crying over someone I have never met Jean-Luc Godard is dead How awful I know how much he meant to you I studied his […]

  • Marie Deux

    About six weeks ago my twin sister killed herself By standing in front of a train opposite the slender new build This quite obviously broke me in two so I decided to follow her pattern   I had decided to die in exactly the same spot where she was crushed But as I scaled the […]

  • Agnes

    I was sitting on my train this morning When a cornflower fell into my lap This moved me a great deal As it had been sent with a deep love   When I arrived at my terminus I immediately went to the toilets And masturbated myself to orgasm With this beautiful but silent plant  

  • Manhattan

    I asked my lover for a bunch of flowers He arrived in our apartment Which was on the sixth floor Overlooking the railway With a huge array of colourful flowers I was sitting up in bed quite naked He took one rose and placed it between my breasts   My lover then opened the bedroom […]

  • I Shot the President

    I pulled the trigger The Presidents head exploded He is dead before he falls I make my escape successfully And lay low for a few weeks I am then betrayed by my sister Who was paid by a newspaper For her betrayal but I still adore her Even if she is a grade one bitch […]

  • Art With Books

    Art With Books rose at seven every morning She showered and drank coffee in that order Or maybe not in that order as it was hard to tell   She owned a small gallery on the Kings Road Named Nude on Tuesdays and Closed Right Now It was a popular gallery and a successful business […]

  • The Parsons Field

    To anyone passing it is just an ordinary field That lies behind a world famous parsonage It is known that the father of three famous sisters Spent some of his spare time here in reflection   But that was over a century and half ago And this recreation can now only be found in books […]

  • Into the Clouds

    As we drove over the high bleak moors I became aware that we had slowly climbed Into the low clouds that were beginning To haunt our journey in unusual ways   The lonely villages were almost lifeless And a sense of grey death hung in the air Visibility had been reduced to just fifty yards […]