Virgin on the Baroque Is a clothes shop in Huddersfield I have never visited this shop As I live in Littlehampton This has left me at a slight disadvantage As I have decided to write a poem about this shop   How Much Do You Love Your Friends I have a dog that I have […]

The Thermometer House I own a small cottage on the moors It is a perfectly normal cottage Apart from the giant thermometer That stands in the area Where the front door should be     Thank You Anne Bronte My cat has an unusual name It is called If you like Roses Then you should […]

All Things Super All things super All things bright Someone has killed the violets And taken flight   This is a case for Duxbury     Julia Fey Julia was watching the eclipse She was the only person In the crowded street That had noticed The situation of the sun   Little did she know […]

They are fucking next to me I can feel his sordid rhythms He is about to fill her up Three minutes -WoW He must be in training for gold But at least he is filling her up I am stretched out on my huge bed With my hand on my lonely cunt He once filled […]

I am a cunt I have always been a cunt I really only care about myself Why I am tolerated by others is beyond me   I treat those who love me quite badly And always take to the high ground I am always right and never wrong     Cunt He is a cunt […]

My father survived Pearl Harbour But died screaming When I was fifteen I have never forgiven the Japanese     Ann du Pre (1971)

In the street in front of my apartment A line of dancers are slowly passing by I believe the work is called The Nelken Line   The effect is hypnotic   I have recorded these thoughts in my diary         suicide note

Pure Allegra Would bathe Before Dawn As she liked Hot baths Whereas her friend Preferred cooler ones   Pure Allegra Pure Allegra Worked in a bank That had a tank Of exotic fish In its reception area   Pure Allegra Pure Allegra Had crossed America Three times Coast to coast But on the fourth occasion […]

On Tuesday we travelled along three desert roads The first was pretty straight and ran through what I considered to be a quite repetitive terrain   The second road was surrounded by low hills It was there that we picked up a hitchhiker called Barbara Denis lectured her on the dangers of accepting rides in […]

In the summer of 1977 I found myself in a small village not far from Maidstone It was whilst I was there that I found a pile of paperbacks On a small table outside of a General Store I soon found a tired copy of The Stranger by Albert Camus   We were in the […]