What do you think of this years show It is much like last years  Do you think that the people liked my landscape  It is the best in the room  Liar  If I had known that there were so many landscapes  I would have chosen a different subject  Yours is the best work here  It…

I often scream underwater Where I cannot be heard  It is a private performance  In the deep end of the pool  Nobody questions me  As nobody shares my pain  I enjoy the solitude 

When I was little my favorite show was Stingray I feel in love with Marina  The reason was obvious  As I had seen her in La Verite and Le Mepris  At my local cinema  From that day forward  I loved the sea  And joined WASP  As soon as I was old enough  To do so without confusion  As…

The bright facade of the garage  Contrasted with the slate grey sky  Red Gray Gray Red Red Gray  The rains were getting nearer  I had little time to spare As I searched for a newspaper 

As I stood at my door waiting for my cat to call  I looked at the moon parallel venus parallel moon  How similar they were to my nearest streetlights

I have fallen for an older man  An American Cop  Ten years retired  He does not look his age  But his eyes are haunted  He has seen too much  Although I met him in Greece  This is not a holiday romance As he has insisted on time apart  So we might study our feelings  I…

STAN  What’s wrong Jane  I have found a mouse in the house  You are a poet Jane  What  Mouse in the house it rhymes  Fuck Off Stan  Where is the mouse Jane  It’s here  Where is here  In the humane mouse trap  Wow that is a surprise as I baited it last night  There was…

Hi Jane   I trust that you are having a nice day Something very odd happened to me at Reading Station this morning  As I alighted from my train I noticed a really beautiful sunrise above the Pugin church  It was as I was taking a photograph that I felt an unrewarded tear run down my…

I had a dreamOf seagreen lightUpon your breastAnd unto night You came to meThe door unlockedMy dream no more For you were thereAll bright with smileMy mother dressedIn seagreen lightAnd yet I seeA little while You came to meWe met a againNo words were saidFor life thereafter No longer dead CMO

Confucius once said that a man  Would have to wait until sixty years  Before his ears truly obeyed him I have often thought of this  Whilst hiding in the shadows  Of the setting south sun