I can see my poetry reflected In four coloured jars This disturbs me As I am something Of a recluse

I can see my likeness reflected In four coloured jars This disturbs me As I am something Of a recluse

When I was a child I read Buses Illustrated It arrived at my local newsagents About midway through the month I loved this magazine as much as I loved buses Even though I was young I travelled everywhere It was a different world then free from most dangers People were kind and cared for each […]

We are leaving Dreamland I could say that Than we travelled Towards God But that is a lie As we were kissing In the ghost train A few minutes later This is the last time I will see Mae As she is returning To Amerika in a day I wanted to remember Our visit but […]

Brimstone red gingham red I have a model railway in my garden Which I love a great deal It is a selfish love This was written on a note Pinned to the victims body The same MO said Detective Black Of course it is said Detective White Brimstone blue red gingham blue I have a […]

A plastic bottle Damaged Lies forgotten on the beach Amongst the pebblesthe shells and the sea glass These are collectables Plastic bottles Are only collected With disdain By the bin men In their colourful uniforms

Margate and Folkestone are not that far apart One is elegant and the other is what it is They both speak to me as most towns do I am sitting stiff On Margate Sands Reading poetry Not my poetry far from it as it comes from another book Folkestone Training College 1947-1950 It is time […]

Three of my girls ascended into the sky today They did not fly but enjoyed a Ferris Wheel My fourth girl stayed with me As we had not been equipped to fly

My sister has come into my bedroom She is quite naked I can see her bottom in the mirror Although she is facing me

A dead cow Much dissected Scares me more Than the fiercest lion