The river is high  It has risen Since the storms The city is busy  But seems quiet  Under the flat skies Colours although bright  Are rather dull  I move without passion 

The Landscape Changes  I lost a Dear Friend  A man so dishonest  That I doubted myself  But he is now gone  I chopped him into pieces  Each of are clean The green fields have returned  They are no longer under threat  And will grow unpolluted  Away from disease and false songs  I am painting with my rifle butt […]

You are sometimes known  As the Oak Moon or the Cold Moon  This is your final visit before you  Fade into deep winter I wrote this poem  In the hour before I retired  Little did I know  That our troublesome cat  Would wake me up  Some hours later  And that I would find myself  Freezing in the Night Garden  […]

You are all legitimate targets  You know who you are  Resign now  Enjoy your cornflakes 

I have a rather scatty flatmate  Her name is Winter Erotic  She is the type of person  Who makes coffee  And forgets to drink it  Last Tuesday I returned from work  And found her in the bathroom  Washing her hair over the sink  Dressed only in my track bottoms  She apologised for her state of […]

I never had time  To say goodbye  Sedate days Green Gold Vermilion

Monstrueuse réalité Comme je suis content de plus habiter à Paris  

Zest  Infinite Zest 

I can see a large piece of ice  just below the surface  of the wide river  it is heavily populated 

The grey sky white darkening  Fades behind our seasonal tree  Unknown lights dome bright  Dance briskly in slow motion  Honey sweet perfumes linger