The music of a beach at low tide I do not raise my eyesAs nobody else is reading poetry On this promenade today

God is Cold Stephen Crane

Maude recently asked me whether bald or bush was better I told her that I did not really have an opinion It is possibly cleaner to shave But then again pubic hair has a function Otherwise it would not be there Maude and I live in a large country house With all the trimmings We […]

I want to know what you do Every minute of the day What you eat Who you fuck Whilst you are away from me That is all I ask Marie-Helene As I demand little of my friends

A humid night That never darkens The sea has smothered My perfumed breezes I have been tied to a fence As my madness is apparent To those who know me well The moon is quite near I can taste the coolness Of its nocturnal journey Like a condemned man My eyes have been covered By […]

Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good Did you know When I last voted A chap came up to me outside And asked me a question I know what the capital of France is It was not that question What was the question He asked me whether I was A traitor or a patriot […]

Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good What are you doing Sculpting Are you a sculptor No a milkman It looks like an egg It is an egg Well it is based on an egg As it is a perfect form Come again I am already at home To maintain their sleek and streamlined bodies for […]

When the days are warm Jane and I often explore The lanes and tracks Of the Southern Counties As we enjoy The Full Light of Heaven In front of our eyes

I was on holiday again In Sussex Fair On my first night I opened the window wide So that the soft air Could enter my room

Just walk away Paul Just walk away Do not get involved in coflixt Lr other weep the white mans teers