I had built a mannequin of great beauty  But she was lifeless in my small workshop  I wanted her to sing dance and stay with me But she had never left the wastes of my frozen pad  The town of my residence was bleak and dour  So I used my pencils pastel to colour the barren sky   As I…

What are you doing Stan  Writing as normal  Or rather thinking then writing  Do you realise that thousands of turkeys and thousands of trees  Is this going to be a Christmas fact Stan  Are slaughtered each year to celebrate a single birth  Not listening Stan not listening Stan  La la La la La La  Finished…

I was standing outside of a bookshop  In a city beset by wild winter winds  A blush velvet chair was in its small window  A woman almost hidden within a thick black coat  Stood next to me and handed me a photograph  The image although aged was of a white skull  Recently exhumed from its eternal…

I have often noticed  A blush velvet chair  In the small side window  Of my local bookshop  Nobody seems to use it  And its stark vacancy  Is even more confused  By the presence of a book  Partially opened and half hidden  From direct view by a leg of the chair  The Origins of Romantic Poetry  Is the…

Do you know what I hate about you  No  The thing that I hate about you is that you are so fucking boring  A big film director  You are nothing but a fake  Your films are so fucking boring  They are not true to life  All your characters are wooden  Do you know why I…

How are you feeling Stan  Rough still  You have caught a chill  Possibly  It may have been when you got soaked the other day at the game  I know but football is my mistress  And I am your wife  I do wish that you shared my passion Jane  For twenty two grown men running around a field…

I Am Love & Siberia   Are my best friends  We often holiday together  And discuss whether closed  Railway stations are identical  To the railway stations  That are still in use  I often see reflections in winter puddles  But do these reflections  Exist on hot summer days  This is a Siberian question  We discuss these questions…

I have just photographed our breakfast table  Just to record its ordinary history  Milk Coffee Toast and Flakes  Await us both at the end of our dreams

I wonder if I am actually recording The Centre of the Known Universe  You are photographing trains Stan  Yoo often photograph trains  You have spelt you incorrectly Jane This is what I hate about yoo  You have have spelt itt incorrectly Jane Spelling is not a strong point of yours  I know how to spell cunt…

I met a man who told me that his name was George Lewis  In the Cafe Lea charity shop this afternoon  I was looking for a set of forks with ivory handles  This man smelt vaguely of the farm which surprised me  As one does not find many farms in area of Kings X  He…