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  • The White Desert

    Sweet Sephine What a silly girl you are I would never tell you to fuck off I love your mystery I love your beauty Your gifts were only empty boxes Will you cross the white desert with me

  • Pornographic

    You can still fuck Josie You can fuck Cora I will join in if you like That is how much you mean to me I feel that I am suffocating you Tell me that I am not I am really a pretty sensible girl This is unlike me All this obsession Tell me to fuck […]

  • Pornographic

    Joe Sephine I would like you to take some pornographic photos of me Why I want you to lock them away in a drawer and give me the key I have yet to see you naked Sephine I want you to run your fingers through my maidenhair Another golden cornfield I do not understand your […]

  • Philosopher Poet

    Joe you are seen as a philosopher poet Really Are you a philosopher poet No I am a street corner in Sidcup

  • Patriotism

    Links the the individual with the nation Not only with the present But with its past And its future Do you believe that Joe Yes It seems a bit outdated Far from it Do you love your country Very much But not the hidden traitors

  • Failure

    The possibilities do not exist Failure is not an option This country is run by failures Like it Joe Is it from your pen No I found it written on a pebble On an East Kent beach Not far from where I stood I could see the body of a drowned migrant Who had failed […]

  • Steam Train in a Railway Tunnel

    It almost passed me accidentally A hiss of hot enclosed steam Within the confines of the tunnel The ghost carriages Full but empty Reflected the lights of my train And then the cloying darkness returned

  • On the Day when the Light was White

    It had been an extraordinary day An October day that was so bright white That everything glowed The air was as kind as the hours Summer recently departed Had paid the area a late visit Before the grey winter winds And their short shifted days Extinguished the town forever

  • Absurd Poem

    I bought Roy Boy A toy Just to annoy

  • The Confession of Les Stubbs

    I was a policeman for a number of years As I wanted to give something back to the community In certain ways I did make a difference But then the decay set in I grew quite cynical Which made me uncomfortable As I enjoyed the accidents That the bad guys suffered We are harder than […]