An early morning train breaks the silence Of my sleepy coastal town I can hear its blue love in the morning air From my Walmer garden I can see the young sun Becoming busy as it decorates the lively sea This brings me a great deal of pleasure

I can hear all the echoes from all the berries that hang from the enchanted trees This happens mainly on soft summer mornings as i walk towards the seashore Naked wood nymphs hold each of my hands but insist that I journey barefoot They leave me when I am in sight of the gentle sea  So that […]

Although my coastal town has many streets named after famous philosophers We do not have an Avenue Voltaire I used to have a cousin named Avenue Voltaire and we spent many happy summers together in Southern France She is now a Marine Biologist There are no Marine Biologists in my small coastal town And that is […]

You are one of the most mysterious of creatures I was reminded of the sad cockroach Gregor in Kafka’s tale As you sat half hidden amongst the wafer thin sea grasses You had escaped from a market stall on the long coastal path I supposed that you were running in the general direction of the […]

Agnes A would often sit at her garden table As the air became warm in the emerging hours She would drink cinnamon coffee from a bright earth mug And think of her guitar heroes both alive and dead Unlike other girls her hair was jet black and cut quite short She had a nude likeness of […]

I have befriended a boy named Jesus and we often walk together But I really want to fuck his incredibly beautiful mother I have tried to keep my friend onside by showing him my tits But he is not interested and treats me as a cherished companion I often fake accidents so that his mother […]

Ninety-Nine Dreams and one might belong to you

I often think that if I was a girl That I would be a lesbian Or at least bat for both sides As men on the whole are pigs And are only really interested in themselves No matter how nice they are at the beginning Women are different as they are gentle and comforting And function […]

The birdcage hung lazily from the branch of mish musk tree It was quite vacant as its door was broken A number of birds flew busily around the small cage And disturbed its deep pink blossom without theatre

On the day before he moved from his birth town The orange and green plant confessed her love She said that her name was Saartje Specx And would be glad if Carlo would share her life