When I visited the beach I found it asleep It was dreaming of the long colourful days

It is the silence that I will miss the most you know More than the heat the light and the soft winds

Jane was wearing her yellow cotton dress She was almost without form within the meadow grasses

All philosophy is just mental masturbation Really Ludwig Yep Thanks for that my friend That’s okay but what are you thanking me for For telling me the reason why I need stronger glasses

I have know Jack Henley for many years but had never visited him in his flat in Tangier That was until last month when he invited me to visit him as I was in Morocco on business Although he has been one of the Angry Young Men he had not published for over twenty years […]

And still the summer goes on I was greeted by a southerly wind When I walked to the beach this morning   A number of people were in the sea Which according to the local black boards Was still just over twenty degrees   Migrating birds were swooping above me Confused by the late season […]

I had studied history at Cambridge And was considered an outstanding student Much was expected of me but then I vanished It was possibly because I understood history far too well So well that I could see into the future and this frightened me Rather like the Stone Age Man who watched fast trains   […]

It has been brought to my attention that the above named poem offended a number of small people as well as some taller ones For this I am truly sorry It is so difficult being a poet and a fiction writer these days As I feel that God has abandoned me and without his guidance […]

In the early days  I used to write music  On the naked backs  Of my girlfriends  These pieces were very very  Short  As they were all dwarves    This is an offensive poem Outlaw Do I give a fuck Anna You should give a fuck Outlaw Why Because dwarves has feelings So do lobsters but […]

When I was very young I would enjoy a beach funfair Which was not far from the harbour railway station This place of amusement has now been lost to the hunger of time And only a bell that rarely tolls and a snaking wooden boardwalk remain Neither remind me my childhood hours or the soft […]