Stan  I trust that you are okay and are missing me like mad How is Lincoln  It is a splendid city  Thank you for lending me your railway book  Which is a fascinating read There is a photograph inside that I really relate to  It was taken on the 12th of July 1931 At the Golf […]

For days without fail  I walk around  As if in a haze  I am alert and functioning  But am quite distant  Life passes me by  Without argument  I cannot say  That I dislike  This arrangement Yet it is rather odd  I am amazed  By its strangeness And that it demands  So little of me 

I once knew a girl at school  Here name was Bunty Hope  We were friends as we both loved  Poetry  But then she disappeared  Off of the radar  As her parents moved  To America  We kept in touch  For a while  And then our letters faded  I was in Flagstaff recently  Waiting for a train  […]

Jane  It is all about sharing your hotel room  With one’s fishing rod These are my Spanish memories  My sister is lying naked  On her bed as it is so hot here  She is farting a great deal  I am organising my flies  As I am off out soon  I fish at dawn  Then breakfast with […]

Classical Electronic are a band  That mainly play in redundant churches  Molly Peter and Slam Sam  Are the three members of the group I am their manager  My name in Ian Allen  We are a popular group  But have yet to cut a record  We have plans to do so  After we return from Yelabuga […]

About a year ago  I swapped seats  With another passenger  On a train  Which later derailed  The other passenger died  And I survived without injury  This incident still haunts me 

I travelled to Canterbury today  To meet you Cindy Bee  The intense white light  Had flooded the sky  And followed us all day  It was a relaxed and a constant companion  I was holding you naked in bed  When the earthquake struck  Our hotel room rattled and shook  You asked me to go to the […]

After much bribery and buggery  I now have my dream job  I am in charge of the dictator’s arse  I am in charge of what enters  And what leaves  It is a curiously satisfying occupation  As I supervise all the shit in and out  I take a personal pride in keeping these streets clean  My […]

Doris Norris  Loves Maurice  But is fucking  Boris  Who loves  Horace  The Roman Poet  So it  Is appropriate  That I include him  In this rhyme  This time 

In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, “Is it good, friend?”“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it“Because it is bitter,“And because it is my heart. Who wrote this poem stan  Is it one of yours  No  Whose poem is […]