I really do not care If the bad guys Go around killing each other It saves me a job I am a good guy

Last night before we fell asleep We were chatting about our breasts But we overlooked someone Really Was it Sephine No we noted how pale her breasts were Milk and Honey Then who Elena Shit do you think that she will be upset Possibly as she likes her breasts I will contact her after coffee […]

Joe Sephine You are an arsehole As every time you open your mouth Shit pours out But I have seven pebbles On my writing desk Three are red two grey And two are white Can you get white pebbles Yes How do you think it went How did what go Our first row Not too […]

I had arranged to meet April at Rings Ross Near the pink coffee shop But she had not arrived I wondered if she was actually there But on a parallel plane Cora and Josephine were in bed together Disgussing rgeir breats Our vreasts are smilar but your nipples are gaeler I had expected your breats […]

Fields as far as you can see Spindle trees heavy with blossom Children playing on slides and swings Roundabouts seesaws and climbing frames This is a world at peace with itself God lives in this village

Her name is Alice Snow As part of my job I have to drive around Kent On occasions I pass the site Of the Shepherds Barn Which is buried beneath a motorway To ensure my safe passage Alice gifts me a cutting of her maidenhair And hides the charm in a violet envelope

I am fucking the daughter of my teacher Her name is Alice Snow On the wall of our small bedroom There is an old photograph Of Shepherds Barn Which was in a derelict state Before it was buried forever Under a motorway When I drive past the site Of the ancient barn I think of […]

I am fucking the daughter of my teacher Her name is Alice Snow She works as a pirate In her spare time And recreates patterns Much admired by Shakespeare

I am fucking the daughter of my teacher Her name is Alice Snow Only she knows That the Shepherds Barn So associated with Samuel Palmer Is now buried beneath a motorway

I am going to throw this out into the universe It is Halloween quite soon Track 2 to Track 33 Are they connected in any way Today is my Shoreham day Samuel Palmer painted in this village Soul Sister Soul Sister Soul Brother Soul Sister Do bring me a theatrical corpse As the Flaming Angels […]