Joe oh Joe
I loved your Simon poems
There were amazing
You see so far
I am aware of your journeys
This was a really special journey
I am writing this as I look out of my window
It is humid here having rained overnight
Grey weather always make me grey
I have thought of the many social problems
And how easy these would be to solve
If people were not cowards
In a way we need a new order
Constructed out of common sense
We need to clean our house
We badly need to clean our house
You will follow my thoughts
Fluid thoughts
Of the way things should have been
The number six bus has just knocked
A cyclist off of his bike
Even though he was cutting the bus up
It does not seem too serious
I do hope that the bus has not been damaged
Sonia x