I often take a bath at a friends house But do not use his Aqua-Lung or my own As I would like to experience the music of drowning   Valerie 

I found a pencil yesterday Outside of the butchers shop It was red and black with a sharp point I took it home and started harming myself As I wanted to see if would die of lead poisoning   Valerie

I tried to jump in front of a train yesterday But my two friends stopped me just in time They took me for a coffee and we had a chat   My friends could not understand why I done so I explained that my former boyfriend had jumped To see what it was like and…

In the winds  I hear  The poems  Lost in time    Do you hear the lost poems of the sea When you swim at dawn Anna I cannot say I do As poetry when I am swimming Is the least of my concerns   Then what do you think about When swimming in the sea…

I have a painting of a hanged man Of the wall of my main bedroom I believe that the artist was English Although I purchased the work in Spain It appears to be that of a solitary suicide Inside of what looks to be an ancient barn It might have been a bankrupt farmer Or…

Shit on me gently my dear friend Do not worry as my nest Is already much soiled I have many mute listeners And that is all I really desire       Outlaw  

Who said that Degas The artist Yes What does he mean Anna It tells you on the box So you are saying that if I painted a tree You would need a ladder So you are saying that if I painted a tree That I might see a tree But somebody else Would see it…

Sedate Canal Shall we caress the red robin’s breast And share the blood of Christ   Sedate Canal You retain the glowing reflection of the sun Your greed is not impressive   Sedate Canal There is a narrow channel That leads to a dark tunnel Let us admire this vacant waterway   Sedate Canal Unlike…

Starman On Saturday mornings he rose from his bed quite naked and sat in front of his computer After a busy week he wanted to write poetry He imagined that his words would reflect civil strife death and senseless destruction But instead he wrote poems of exceptional beauty Full of lyricism and grace   Coffee…

Alicia Poems   Alicia and the Gas Pumps Alicia is standing by the gas pumps Awaiting the first customer of the day But no-one stops She considers this odd Alicia is the only strawberry blond In this the county of the cornfields   Alicia in the Cornfields In a fit of pique Alicia bleached and…