For many years I wore Betty’s white cotton shirt Whilst vacationing in Southern France I no longer have this cotton shirt As Betty asked me to return it Because she was suffering from a summer cold      

Betty Blue has faded from my memory I now collect icebergs On Tuesdays

A Bohemian Life Cut Short By a Runaway Bus     I have always loved this beautiful photograph Which was taken in Skegness  In June 2004     We are still great friends 

Today I attended a memorial service To honour four American soldiers Who died on this exact day Seventy-six years ago   It was a peaceful and dignified gathering Held under bright September skies And during the moments of quiet reflection I was sure that I could hear the passing of time     Walmer Railway…

Poetry is an awareness of the world  That others might feel but not see  If I said apples and chairs and pubic hairs  What would it mean to you    Nothing   That is totally correct as apart from the rhyme  There is not much of a relationship between  Apples and chairs and pubic hairs …

In a railway goods yard far from home Four American soldiers died in an accident Tomorrow a plaque will be unveiled in their memory

People exist in their own universe  Nowhere else  They laugh at their own peculiar jokes What do you do when you witness these creatures I think of empty crisp packets and my childhood in Middlesbrough with me Angela I will my love You told me that you were born in Singapore I was born in…

The days are beginning to shorten And the skies are hardening   The sun still retains some warmth But is slowly fading to grey  

I fell into a well well well I fell into a well I was looking at the sky so high When I fell into a well Which confirmed to me That matter in constant motion I fell into a well well well I fell into a well I was looking at the sky so high…

My poetry will be of great importance to some But will be meaningless to others