A warm wind caresses my hidden balcony I am wearing just a damp towel Later I will sit on the beach Shy of my tan marks Souvenirs of travel

Is not much discussed As it is of no interest Count the trees It is a much more rewarding occupation

I saw you from the far platform  But could not see your eyes  I imagined them to be raven  Like your hair  This is not a letter of attraction  But a request to borrow your newspaper  As I left mine on the train 

One can be a poet or a philosopher But how does one measure failure

Joe Yes What is sex after coffee Coffee Sex That is logical

Joe Yes Do you think that stupid people realise that they are stupid No otherwise they would not be stupid Joe Yes Do you think that intelligent people are aware of their intelligence Yes Have you anything to add No

Anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. Who said that Joe Voltaire I like it It is so relevant today Take people placing pronouns after their name It is absurd That is because they identify with other things She/Her I think is one Most women are basically bisexual That is […]

In the last few days I have offered to home Two small resin dolls as long as they clean up I have impressed that I will not tolerate hard drugs Hobby Horse Rainer Maria Rilke William Posters They will accompany me to a railway station And cunt the passing trains I have a orange lacquered […]

The sunflower stares at a peasant girl The girl appears transfixed By something in the distance She ignores the clouds And the darkening sky

I have searched for you For the last two nights But you have remained hidden To my great sorrow I have searched for you For the last three nights But you have remained hidden To my deep distress