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April 2010

Alston. An Atmospheric Place.

Hey, . Good morning to yourself. I hope that your Monday is buoyed up by memories of an amazingly good weekend, as can be hard to get through sometimes! . My morning is fine, but why wouldn’t it be, there is nothing at all that I have to do today. Of course I did have […]

Poem: After Polio.

After Polio. . . In those days, when Polio struck It went on with it’s grim purpose. It meant a year in the Pauper’s ward With it’s very limited visiting rules In terms of visitors allowed and allotted times. He was strong and he did survive But with a lifelong remembrance Of that victory, in […]

Poem: If You Go down In the woods Today.

If You Go Down In The Woods Today. . . As I walked through the woods I actually saw a couple Having a picnic together And they were stark naked. It was like a french painting. I hope that they enjoyed their moment Because I most certainly did. . .

Act Swiftly.

Hey, We have begun yet ….albeit a gray one. I warmed two croissants that I bought yesterday and we had a very pleasant breakfast together. . While I was tearing delicious morsels off mine, I read the Home supplement of The Times and saw a report about Swifts being added to the Amber List, which […]

Poem: Sum Total.

Sum Total. It is a consequence That I did not expect. You spend your time looking For a free, speedy, zipless fuck And you end up in love, With a woman, a mortgage and a life. . .

Poem: Hey.

Hey. . Hey, how can I know nothing about you Yet at the same time know everything. Perhaps, this is the apex of our time, So everything from here on in will be less Than this sum of all our parts and needs. I think I had this picture of perfection And the face I […]

Poem:Red Nails.

Red Nails. . . I always thought that old people had disgusting feet because they didn’t care about long yellow nails and cracked heels. I did not realize that their problem is more likely to be that they simply cannot see well enough, or bend down low enough to actually look at them properly, so […]

Poem: All The World’s A Stage.

All The World’s A Stage. . . It is like a West End hit With everyone’s part down pat, Moving only to the correct crosses, Giving out the scripted responses. It is a comfortable stage With pre-prepared characters. I don’t know that I really have a desire To find out who these people really are […]

From Standing Cats To Simulated Doggy-Style Sex.

Good Morning, . Once again I write from a grey UK. Sometimes, after a wet British winter and a mostly wet British Spring, Summer and Autumn I am surprised we are not all a mouldy green colour here. Tropical it is not, although we can eat lots of bananas and try to persuade ourselves that […]

Poem: Lost Sheep.

Lost Sheep. . . He is a little lost sheep Through no fault of his own, Out beyond the locked gate of the pen Prey to the sharp teeth of isolation, Alone in an unknowing world. Please rescue and return him In a condition as good as new, Safe in the world of the functioning. […]