What are you smiling at Joe The advert of my phone Why is it funny Not intentionally It is an ad for the sleeper trains To where Cornwall Paddington to Penzance It is normally hell I Know Too crowded and those fucking trolley cases But according to the ad this is different Everything is nice…

Do you love your country Yes Would you die for your country No Why Would my country die for me

I have an android who looks after my every need She is everything that I want her to be At present I live in a deep forest With huge trees stretching as far as I can see Tomorrow I might live on the beach or maybe in a vibrant city It is totally my choice…

When I wake up I do not look At the colour Of my skin Nor do I Think about My heritage I am comfortable With my history

Hi Cassie I had a great day in Death Valley It was spectacularly hot But that is not my news As I think I have found the missing s It was written inside a shelter Spiderman Superman Everyman Cupid bears down her prayers with his wings Rob That is from Kit Marlowe’s Hero and Leander…

Chance was a very successful singer Who accompanied by his girlfriend Sis Became Salt Lake City 2 The duo burned brightly for just over three years Before they both disappeared over the Amazon When flying to a mystery gig in Brazil in 1998 They were both very small in stature And Sis become noted for…

Chance was a very successful singer Who accompanied by his girlfriend Sis Became Salt Lake City 2 The duo burned brightly for just over three years Before they both disappeared over the Amazon When flying to a mystery gig in Brazil in 1998 They were both very small in stature And Sis become noted for…

I slept with a world famous actress last night Many men would have liked to be in my place This was the last thing that I expected to happen I maintain and clean the pools of the rich and famous It is a trite occupation but I enjoy its simplicity Yesterday on my last call…

When I lived in a squat on the Coventry Road I used to share Michael’s sister With all the others in the house This was not a sexual arrangement As we only exchanged charcoal sketches Of each other sleeping in our central beds Kitty T was by far the best artist Although she was partially…

I frequently receive correspondence from fans and anti-fans reacting to my poetry and fictions 1/ You are a not a poet Keats was a poet You are a piece of shit Die Soon Love Mum (PS are you still coming for dinner on Sunday) 2/ I find your poetry racist homophobic and sexist (what about…