Each of us had been tasked With the assassination Of a member of the torture party I had been directed to kill the sham priest Which I did with the minimum of fuss All went smoothly apart from Peter’s gun Which jammed so he killed the guard With a piece of piping that was in […]

After a morning of broken cloud The sun was much stronger this afternoon The breeze was still cool yet the day was warm Stephen and I sat on the beach And collected pebbles for our nephews In a few weeks time we will be at sea And sailing towards Karolina Pavolva

What have you found Sea glass it is very worn It is too light to be sea glass More likely it is sea plastic Its decay is as attractive as glass Although the chemical process differs Christ was crucified today Stephen I know but many people ignore this fact That is why I have taken […]

What do you remember of him He was incredibly self critical Not many of his poems satisfied him Why was that Because he always thought he could do better He often asked his readers not to read his poems individually But to if they could do so read them in combinations Did you not think […]

He is there every day reading his newspaper Having arrived at about ten in the morning The elderly gentleman orders two glasses of wine Both white he rarely orders red I have never spoken to him Nor do I intend to do so As I admire his solitude

Run was in the hospital for the poor He was being nursed by Alicia of the Cities His room as he could remember it Was covered with newspaper cuttings As if he had been active in keeping records In another room he could hear the visitors of the past He knew that he was delirious […]

I have already decided on a name Gensis Should that not be Genesis No Gensis It is a West Country name I believe A corruption of Genesis Are you happy Stan Are you beautiful Jane Yes Then I am happy We might have to move Possibly To the countryside We will live next door to […]

La Mer Le Garage La Walmer La Traffic Jam La Rammy Town La Drink L’ Eau La Car Showroom Ed Ruscha has a lot to answer for

In a dream I thought that I was on a train With a wide bed Positioned for this dream It was the height of luxury To sleep as I crossed Europe Towards my destination But all dreams end And I found myself Sleeping on a bench In a Night Station With Alinea of the Cities

it is the hour to be drunken to escape being a martyred slave of time to be drunk on wine and poetry and beautiful women masturbating naked in your filthy bed paris is a whore my friend she promises everything but ends up spitting you out like a cursed ship on a sea of phlegm […]