I woke up at an insane hour as I was unable to sleep To pass the time I looked at photographs Of German railway stations in a glossy book All went well until I studied Munich Aubing station Its monochrome photograph was shot at night Which added to the atmosphere as a fog was present But what […]

I am not at all beautiful Indeed I am quite ugly But I have many loyal friends Who love me greatly They obviously do not love me For the beauty that I do not possess This makes me very happy

The Norwegian sailor was lost at sea Or so the legend tells us all Yet he is often spotted ashore Drinking in the inns of seamen I know this tale to be quite false As I buried him on the dead beach In the middle of a bitter storm     A nineteenth century Norwegian […]

At about two thirty this morning You turned around to hold me In our centre bed And although I was half asleep I enjoyed the feel of your breasts against my back And the caress of your soft pubes against my arse All was silent in our coastal room as the moon shone With a […]

I was looking up at the tree that faced my bedroom As it was autumn all its leaves were a reddish maroon The sun was deep within its last waking hour And the skies were a mix of purples and pinks There was a smooth temptation to retire to my garden So that I could […]

It was a parallel world That never really existed A world of friends On faded sofas Sharing coffee When in the real world Reality was screaming At all those who would listen I was always halfway there Just staring at the faded de kooning Behind the bar

The wide sky commands the views from this quiet cottage There is no hiding place in these flat lands of peace The everyday wars seem so far away This will be my only record     Postcard to Jane 10/21    

The aim of life is to live and to live means to be aware  joyously  drunkenly serenely divinely aware    Noooooooooo   Why do you say that my friend as you in bed naked with two beautiful women   There is another naked woman asleep on the floor   You are world famous   People […]

Even since I can remember there has been a blue ladder propped up against the barn My father who is a farmer tells me that he leaves it there so that the angels After hard days spent in the fields can return to Heaven without too much stress I had no reason to disbelieve him […]

Two or three hours Are all I require To be able to sit here With a glass of wine And watch the sun set But you have stolen These pleasures from me