Phillip was the King of a country that no longer exists It was lost in the years after his disappearance and was never found despite extensive searches He had been a sensitive child much affected by melancholy and at the age of twenty-three married his sister Mia It was a happy marriage and they were […]

Viola is posing on the terrace for Egon She is pretending to masturbate I am taking tea with his sister We are sitting at a green table Discussing time travel

There is a railway carriage at the bottom of my garden Which is a little surprising as I live ten miles from the nearest railway I have grown fond of the passengers who acknowledge me as they pass Yet I know nothing of their lives although they know a great deal about my small life

I have a green book of poetry Green poems are by far my favourite poems Followed by red blue and black There is a solitary railway carriage Illustrated on the green cover Of my book of avian poems   I am staying with my friend Philip Who is getting married during Whitsun Week I stayed […]

It has been a hot month in the capital and people have slowed down in response to the heat But we are visitors and are trying to see as much as possible during our short stay You have asked me to take you to Notre Dame but that is impossible due to the recent fire […]

Alice I was due to attend a football match but there had been heavy rain so I decided to cycle to the ground to see if the game was on so you can imagine my surprise when I was met at the gate by identical triplets who were all wearing identical blue polka dot bikinis […]

I have been a sniper for many years I have ended the miserable lives Of presidents and tyrants of perverts and gangsters My gun is always for hire at the right price I am the ultimate professional But things have begun to change lately As I am beginning to care I am now haunted by […]

One day I was in the park with my young son We stopped at an ornamental pool I looked down at the fish and said Do you see how the fish are coming to the surface and swimming around as they please That’s what fish really enjoy    My son looked up at me His […]

The question I always ask myself Is quite simple Indeed it is the simplest question Ever devised by man My question was Am I a grasshopper Or a washed up poet I looked like a washed up poet As I was scruffy and in good need of a shave But I have learned the appearances […]

I once dreamed that I was a grasshopper Free in the wonderful fields of England When I awoke I was a happy man That was until a grasshopper rang me To say that he had dreamt of being a washed up poet           ZZx