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Raymond Killer was a Dachshund A Sausage Dog if you like He was owned by a couple so boring That he was surprised that they ever woke up Yet he secretly fancied the wife Christine And wanted to fuck her hairless cunt Raymond was therefore secretly pleased when Christine Used his tail to pleasure herself…

I discovered that Sister Angelika was a seagull today When I thought she was just a nun It was a silly mistake That could have been made by anyone But the dear Sister still occupies my thoughts Nothing has changed Except that she can now fly

It seemed that I was the only one aware of your splendour Was it not a clue that I was standing still Pointing my camera towards the shadowed sun Not one person enquired of my small occupation   I am just an actor in God’s magnificent theatre Nothing more     10/06/21

An elderly lady in a muumuu Crossed a busy road And found Superman In deep conversation With three Buddhas They were discussing The rising prices Of floral curtains And other colourful drapes

In 1963 the writer Eva Babitz played chess with the artist Marcel Duchamp Whilst not wearing any clothes It is not recorded who won the game As I could not find anybody to play naked chess with me I purchased a large mirror and played against myself All went well until the mirror fell on…

In 1963 the writer Eva Babitz played chess with the artist Marcel Duchamp Whilst not wearing any clothes It is not recorded who won the game I asked Mrs Friedman whether she would play naked chess with me But she slapped my face and melted all my clocks

In 1963 the writer Eva Babitz played chess with the artist Marcel Duchamp Whilst not wearing any clothes It is not recorded who won the game I asked my wife if she would play naked chess with me But she slapped my face and glued all the pieces to the chessboard  

You are sitting by the jetty in your stylish black bikini How splendid you look with your golden hair blowing freely in the breeze The haunting sounds of Negro Spirituals are being released from an old radio That sits uncomfortably on the shiny deck of our well worn boat   A glossy magazine reveals 10…

I frequently sketch from life although I have no talent I use a thousand lines knowing that one will work I have been criticised for having no talent This sits well with me as I did not give a fuck in the first place