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  • The Last Ride of the Day

    I usually finish my shift at half past eight And catch the final train of the day On Saturday’s I finish at seven thirty But I do not catch a train As I drink in a bar with friends I am aware of that I am slowly wasting my life And often think of staying […]

  • Beaver Moon

    The next full moon on the 15th of November is the Beaver Moon It is linked to the time that beavers start to take shelter in their lodges ahead of the winter. What is a Beaver Moon Will I see one soon Yes But what is a Beaver Moon Think about it mate I think […]

  • Digital Nomad

    I tend to follow myself Around the world From the comfort of my desk It has been this way Since my accident

  • Train

    I am travelling on a train In an hour I will leave the train And will no longer be travelling by train

  • Joe Nietzsche

    And those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music I read this whilst sitting perfectly still On a railway platform in Southern Italy And those who were seen dancing Were thought to be insane By those who could not hear the music I read this […]

  • An Italian Train

    I was on an Italian train Speeding though the summer It was agreeably busy With ordinary people Reading ordinary books I was not reading As my attention was devoted To the beauty of the limpid hours

  • Paul Gustav Fischer

    Joe we all thought you and Sephine Had been kidnapped No we were in Denmark Why Denmark Because apart from being a lovely country I wanted to introduce Sephine To the paintings of Paul Gustav Fischer Especially his nudes Why his nudes Because of their beauty I cannot say that I have heard of him […]

  • Coucou

    Lives in my apartment She was never invited I found her there one day When I returned From my travels I have asked her to leave But she refuses this request And looks tearfully at me With sadness in her wild raven eyes

  • The Fear of Ghosts

    I spend many hours Watching my lava lamp mature From modest roots It becomes a universe Full of spinning objects It dilutes my fear of ghosts

  • A novel painted

    I have decided to paint my next novel As I am growing bored Of the everlasting procession of words