Dear Sissy I am currently travelling on a lovely blue train Which is quite splendid inside and out There are no stations on this line Nor have they ever existed This does not worry me in the slightest As the true traveller never arrives At his or her destination   Edgar 

Long before I met you Anna I knew a woman called Gwen She was my lecturer at university We had a short affair which was very sexual But when I left college it fizzled out I initially thought it was that distance prevented us fucking But soon realised that it was more than that As […]

Most people love me because of my silly clothes and decorated face They do not care for reality as they too have disguised themselves And I am just an extension of this absurd fantasy it is as simple as that   But of late I have tired of my theatre as I have a good […]

I had known for a while that a number of abandoned tunnels Were positioned directly under my cottage garden As far as I was concerned they were no more than disused mines   It was only when my sister gave me a silver turquoise ring That I realised that my garden was full of such […]

Inger was walking along the promenade   She was was remembering the white nights   That we had once shared counting the stars                  

The Italian Detective was standing near the Martello Tower A crime had been committed as graffiti had appeared on the whitewash A hunt was on for the people who had committed this terrible crime But little success had been achieved by the local police forces So Inspector Giuseppe Joseph was asked to investigate the vandalism […]

My fiancée is crossing The garden of the fireflies She is carrying a paper lantern So that she might study the stars  

I have spent most of the morning Rescuing Snow Bees from the winter’s dust It is a tiring pastime as sometimes they are deeply hidden As with most creatures the snow slowly suffocates them Or if they are lucky they freeze to death My success rate is only one in six Which is rather low […]

Utopia died last night She was found dead This morning By her maid When I heard the news It devastated me As we were going camping In a few weeks It seems that I will travel alone Unless you choose to join me       Red Poem Number Two 

I have a Norwegian cousin She lives in Stoke Her name is Liv She is mild mannered And quite beautiful As most Norwegians are   I have never met her As I live in Western Australia My name is David I am also mild mannered Tall and good looking As many Australians are   We […]