There are no buses in the desert Said Alf There are no deserts in the buses Said Marie I was in Tangier writing poetry When I first met the twins Who were identical in all ways Except gender Return to Sender Was written on the parcel That lay on my wooden table It had not […]

Alec Hampshire took acid before he slept with my sister This differs from me as before Alex and I fuck I drink warm milk from a nearby farm   Alex took no stimulants before fucking Alec As he was hung like a horse/giraffe/willow tree Which fill me with jealously as my nickname is little a […]

Walk to Ramsgate station but be careful when crossing the roads Do not let the decay of the town depress you as things will change Buy a newspaper and a bottle of water as the air is fresh humid Bring your mask but do not wear it as you a double vaxxed WASP boy There […]

I was waiting for a bus in front of a toy shop In the pouring rain The nearest window to me Was celebrating television for children In the Night Garden was prominent And models of the characters Were displayed in a colourful mock garden Most were deeply uninteresting But one appealed to me As it […]

Joan Didion Joan Didion Artemisia   Two paperbacks and a DVD Are resting on my bedroom shelf It is raining outside But warm   Tomorrow is the first day of July Happy days ahead Or so I hope As I am getting tired Of looking at the grey gardens     Islington Smith  30/06/21

After I was released from prison It was suggested that I work In a chip shop in Wolverhampton It was not much of a job But I soon became friends With an Argentinian woman Who called herself Artemisia Gentileschi After the 17th Century artist I did not know her real name But did find out […]

I often share a bath with my publisher And discuss my forthcoming books Her name is Georgie Jane Joe And she owns GJJ Publishing I soap her breasts with a silken sponge Until she is quite aroused and closes her eyes That is the secret of my seductions But I am not a lesbian far […]

Today I purchased A plaster figurine It is quite beautiful Yet on its base is written Technology killed my cunt  

Barbara Northern Ireland is a type of grass That grows mainly on shallow hills Although it can be found in water meadows   Unknown until 1891 it was named after Barbara Northern Ireland A seamstress who lived in Paddington   She discovered the grasses in a dream And immediately became aware Of the significance of […]

I often sit on rooftops early on summer mornings Enjoying coffee and catching up with my messages   My neighbour was air raid warden during the war And was often stationed on rooftops in the city   He told me that it was a frightening occupation But it did have its moments of fun   […]