My sister and I are taking a holiday together I can hear her in our bedroom Chatting with her parents My sister purchased a book of poetry As a birthday gift for me It is called Howl and was written by Pedro Lodge Who later assassinated the President

My senses are fully alive Yet I feel that they are deserting me These are disturbing times

Do not be fooled By this attractive tree As its leaves taste bitter

it seems that time Stands still in certain places This is the biggest lie

On a damp afternoon After a long journey My family and I alighted From a coastal bus And were overwhelmed By the beauty of a beach That we had once known intimately

Simply Stephen Light Blue and White

The lonely bird Flies across the ocean Its mysterious name Is perpetual motion

Stan I accept You are not a cunt You are a grade one cunt Do not undersell yourself Okay here Sally staying tonight Chat later It was a lovely anti-sorry present Jane xxx Ps kissed baby for you

Dear Jane By the time you read this mail I will be on my way to Norwich Let me say that I am sorry for our tiff yesterday It was all my fault But some things really fuck me off And I let them rise to the surface You are a good influence on me […]

Jane do you know what I saw as I walked past Kings Cross A train No Then what I saw a chap who was even taller than me wearing a dress How did that make you feel Stan I felt nothing Liar Well I felt a little angry Just a little angry Stan Well the […]