Simone stood up in the bath And looked out of the window Towards the sea From her vantage She could see a sea monster Watching her with an interest As she decorated her bathroom  

Wild West Wind The wild west wind will Alter our rural horizons It will paint the waste fields Gold green grey gold brown   Storm Jane lay naked in my arms we were both asleep our hands were touching a thunder flash roar caused us to run into the night rain    

The llama died in my arms last night Subtitles in Spanish  It had been ill for a long time Ever since it was hit by a TGV Between Paris and Avignon I am a Punk Rocker Je suis un Punk Rocker Dressed in Blue Last seen wearing The last moon Of August Victorious Lyrics I…

These people have just alighted from a train + That was once used to transport prisoners + They are being innocently watched + Via a worldwide webcam + Distance +     Tierra del Fuego National Park Argentina

Stop all the clocks cut off the telephone He was my North my South my East and West My working week and my Sunday rest These were the only lines of the Auden poem that I could clearly remember Which is exceptionally poor as I consider myself a poet My mother on the other hand…

Ships are beginning to shelter As a storm is now approaching   The sea wall has been secured And the pier will close shortly   The turbulence of our autumn Has finally announced its late arrival     The Downs are a sheltered anchorage facing the town of Deal   

The bus roared on  I was going home in October  Everybody goes home  In October   I am already home and have been so for quite a while Later this month I will take to the road once again To watch the winter pass at close quarters I intend to see life at its most…

You deserve a lover  Who takes away the lies  And brings you hope  Coffee and poetry    I do not want a lover as I am happy with Jane but do leave lots of coffee and many poems for me to read during the hours of the night

I am without form Without limit Beyond space Beyond time I am in everything Everything is me I am the bliss of the universe Everything I am    

The abandoned lighthouse is turning a dull red pink As it weathers under the hot Curacao sun It is quite derelict in parts which is a little sad As once it brought light to the land and sea A solitary white path partially covered by fine sand Leads to the tower and the outbuildings We…