It is all a game Nothing but a fucking game Treat it as such There is no sense in it Everything is absurd

About a year ago the daughter of my friend Decided to come to London Whilst there she visited me And gave a camera That I had lent him Before he left for Saigon He wanted to record the city Before it changed forever My friend mysteriously vanished Just before the fall of Saigon Leaving his […]

I found a glove in the street It belonged to the female assassin Phil Two days previously she had shot The President and was being hunted By the cops and the secret services They need not have bothered As Phil was holed up in my apartment

A theatre in the clouds Was hindered The audience remained silent

A dream flew out of the skylight And partied with the stars Blue blue blue dreams blue

Although I am quite alone on my boat I feel that there is a stowaway I have searched for this intruder without success The sea haunted is a nest of pathetic ghosts

This is a tradition at sea When crossing the imaginary equator That one should perform a ceremony And jumped unclothed into the sea Which sounds like great fu n

On days hostile even to the Lord I sit inside my sailing boat And write poetry About the endless summer days That I will spend on deck

Diary What a romantic he is He speaks through poetry I must remember Not to be a bitch As he disturbs my balance The interview was a disaster Remember that Sephine Balance Girl Balance

Be happy for this moment This moment is your life All the sweethearts Of the world Hold hands And celebrate Sephine Thursday at Nine I have booked a table Come as you are Joe x