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  • Nimrod

    In 1979 nearly one million pounds was stolen from a bank in Zurich No violence was used as the gang burrowed in from a sewer Although the robbery was well planned many of the gang were subsequently caught But the proceeds of the robbery have never been recovered Each year on the anniversary of the […]

  • Object Sexuality in Blue

    I am in love with a wall An ordinary red brick wall Not far from the railway station We are physically attracted And fuck soon after dark When the streets are clear My cunt gets wet at the very thought But our relationship is not just physical As we are planning to marry quite soon […]

  • Experimental Poem

    …… The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …

  • An Art Deco Sugar Shaker rests on a Wooden Table

    Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it possesses […]

  • Digging Deep Canary

    The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert the miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friend breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving the miners an early warning of the hazard […]

  • San Marino Junction

    Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree       2016

  • Orange Trees

    Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dew of summer Orange Trees You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion Orange Trees When the long nights of winter end I will […]

  • Father Henry Clarke (A Memento)

    Your book was passed to me today By your executor Your dedication is long dry The ink pale with age But my memories of you are fresh And really that is all that matters     2016

  • The Last Day of October

    Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light […]

  • Travelling North

    You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction   […]