Bandit Poets do not exist They are an Ideal Sandy Hair Bleached by the Sun Tanned Complexion Sad Eyes Very Sad Eyes A Heart Shaped Face High Cheekbones Small Mouth Tall Neither Thin or Bulky Long Fingers and Toes Tends to Float Rather than Walk Intolerant Arrogant Gentle Caring Lost   June is a savage…

A woman of mature years Was watching the sun rise Lady into Fox She admired the orange sun A fox was watching her Half hidden under a blank bush It too was enjoying the generosity Afforded by the wide hinterlands Of the endless ribbon beach

If I am an a sexual object Then kiss me And leave me alone In the light Of the shattered door

I usually lose myself through dance It blinds the world That tries to hurt me But my dances are not familiar But those of everyday movement To Run To Walk To Stand Still To Turn my Head To Lift my Arm   These are my invisible weapons

I have written many poems Some of which might be considered a mess But I never delete these poems And give them the same house room as my finest poems It is a form of democracy I suppose

Stand for a while on the purple plain And your sad thoughts will vanish Never to return Choose Life Again and Again and Again  

Swooping out of the sun I should say like a bird of prey But I dislike this sentiment With the familiar sound Of your ancient engines Entertaining the beach below How lovely you are Is this a good line As I am treating you Like a beautiful woman Can mechanical things be beautiful  This is…

I am in my bed Sappho is next to me The young sun Is blazing Through our sea window There is a lot of poetry In the world today  

You may forget but let me tell you this  Someone in some future time Will think of us   Who said that  Sappho  The poet  Yes  I do not want to be rude but what has this to do with our mission and time travel  Everything and nothing  First of all the quote is the…

As I walked barefoot across Marke Wood I was stopped for a short while The beauty of the day had overwhelmed me Pantheism identifies God with the universe And today was a manifestation of this doctrine A dog then barked in the distance and broke my thoughts I continued my journey across the dew damp…