High Church Low Church Whilst sharing a coffee with my lovely wife In a poignant street in Newportown I became concerned at the number Of High Church and Low Church buildings That we had passed on the way from the railway station   A waitress with a tattoo on her right leg Assured me that […]

You are a fake Nothing is real anymore I do not believe the news Nor should you   Religions are fake As are the politicians The world leaders are no more Than rice paper melting in my mouth   Some say that God is a fake I am not so sure about that But then […]

It was pleasant dream and was quite simple in its structure I was living with two women who were both writers Whilst I was an unsuccessful artist Both the women liked each other and they liked me Which I accepted without thought As it was our poverty that brought us together Then to my surprise […]

As we descended from the high road I saw the dudes surfing with their ladies in tow On that day of our visit everybody was trying to be a cool motherfucker With varying degrees of success My wife and I climbed the grassy dunes at the far end of the cove In order to watch […]

Pale Blue and Purple were walking into town Where they were due to meet I am an Acrobat at midday Under the church clock Mister Basil from the Pot of Basil shop Was watching trains from his bed room window He had caught the flu bug When it fell from a multi-storied car park into […]

You will not experience Christmas this year as little of you now remains For many years you would have witnessed the cars and coaches Travelling to the Cathedral City But this theatre has now ceased Your loss was unexpected I was told that it was necessary You will be missed But time will heal your […]

A Black Angel exploded over Bedwyn today I saw it happen A flash as bright as an atomic bomb Filled the sky for an instant And then it was gone Nothing else happened And the winter dusk continued its pointless journey Towards the ice night I knew the angel that died She was a lovely […]

Things are changing He is about to return This is a warning from Mother Teresa Prepare yourselves   Mother Teresa is now sitting in her comfy chair She is nearly asleep I am on the veranda of her official residence Staring at the lonely night sky   The heat is at its most oppressive In […]

Experts have proved that The White Madonna That now hangs in the Tate Is in fact a forgery   The Madonna was of indigenous descent And died with Custer At the Battle of Little Big Horn in 1876

You were standing in the light of a festive roundabout Your eyes were saturated by its neon stars   Blue Red Green Blue Red Yellow Blue Red Mauve   A ghost philosopher congratulated you on your beauty But you did not hear him as your mind was elsewhere Ghost Philosophers do not pass you very […]