Lazy Sax Hollow in the grace brittle wind A lone musician Haunts the lazy sax   View from the Bandstand I will visit this bandstand In the comfort of the season And look out to sea     The Leas Folkestone (2/22)  

I am a pacifist and mean no harm to anyone I love my fellow man and try to follow God’s word But if anybody tries to break up my perfect world I will blow his fucking head off   Anon  

Each morning as I walk to work I watch the mighty river Flowing towards the sea   What do I hope for What do I cherish A small finch sings   These are mysterious words Beyond my immediate understanding I know nothing of the souls of birds   I was born in a house An…

I am looking Between your thighs At the moon leaves Green with moss And am satisfied That I now know you Well enough To walk with you

All I can see is Space Movement & Light Nothing else really matters As I pass by

The Toad that ate the Snatch Leaf The toad that ate the snatch leaf Knew all the secrets of the tide It knew where the sands Were at their softest And the waters far and wide   Owen Owen MacArthur Owen Owen MacArthur Was a master of the sea He knew the depths Of all the…

L’aube Lever du soleil Matin Midi Apres-midi Soir Coucher de soleil Crepuscule       Voyagez bien Jane Miller Reviens-moi

I should be writing about Rotherham Railway Station For that is where I am at present In my waterproofs and wellington boots The station now boasts a canal Between the narrow platforms And how nice in looks under the bright lights But I am thinking of your breasts That are illuminated by the Hampstead Moon…

An audience whether one or a thousand Is the final part of the process Of writing poetry I am not sure who reads my poetry And pretend not to care But I like to see my words in peoples eyes And on their lips and in their thoughts That is possibly an arrogant attitude But…

Is God an artist I ask myself As the light In East Kent Cannot have been Accidental in its origin