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  • I Am In Japan

    I am in Japan       Where are you         ?

  • Frida as a Bandit

    Her shirt is open to the waist She is holding a loaded gun   I am painting an invisible revolution From the safety of my balcony    

  • I Listen to Dragonflies

    I listen to dragonflies   Words are superfluous   Homage to Anais Nin  Life shrinks and expands  in proportion to ones courage   You cannot save people  You can only love them      Dogs bark at what they do not understand Woof Woof   What I hate about you is your wall If future […]

  • Ein Unbekannter Deutscher Soldat

    Who cares about the side you fought on As you were a mothers son Your stark grey granite cross Is situated in a quiet wood Yet no one knows your name And you are only remembered as An Unknown German Soldier

  • Knight of Faith

    I am seated at a window with a high powered rifle My target will pass in about fifteen minutes I have not yet decided whether I will assassinate this man Maybe I will let his car pass without incident I have a complete faith in myself to decide the outcome My actions are independent from […]

  • Nada

    It is often said that January and February are the death months  You are very cheerful this morning Anna  You know what I mean people who you admire seem to pop off  What are you getting at Anna  You know where I am coming from  In a way  Why is it that the people you […]

  • Last Instructions to a Painter

    If you were an artist and not a poet my friend I would suggest your immediate suicide under a train As your hand is quite vacant and your eye wretched But you are poet full of wit and have the ridicule of a subtle pen I dare not read your works for fear of my […]

  • AM

    I (AM) just a poet

  • The Blue Rider

    I am on the platform of Earls Court underground station As its architecture interests me a great deal I am sketching with a charcoal pencil And am using a dark blue wash I call myself the blue rider But I am not an artist I am just a poet         A M […]

  • Matilda on the Beach

    Matilda was running down a grassy slope On the hinterlands of the beach As she moved playfully away from the boat She startled a few seagulls Who had been resting unseen Away from the day trippers It was at this moment That a soft sea shanty Was being written in braille By my sister as […]