poems

Exact Estimate, Same Difference
Free Love, Military Intelligence
Extinct Life, Clearly Confused
Deafening Silence, Old News
Liquid Gas, Constant Variable
Working Holiday, Hell's Angel

They don't know the
Name of her first born
Yet bandy references
To perforated rips.

Talking lines between
History and sociology.
Who is on the left.
How gay a gay punk
Can be.

So, there I was
Fagging it on
My chosen bench
When, who should I
See but one sent long
To the mists
Trying to make tiny talk.

Couldn't he see, by
The shorts under
My dress, I was

I invent a back story as you dry your hair:
the full-tongue snog that took four takes,
your swollen lips and Linda
from costume said that we should “try acting.”

She is late and Danish, I
Sip chocolate milk and wonder
Whether one can do so and
Remain professional.

Together, we write of the
Treaty of Versailles and the
Marshall Plan. I consider my

Solar days have come and everywhere there is fruit
little round suicides of morello cherries and damsons
spattered on the pavements.

I turn back towards
a ghost of memory.
On some sun-defined morning
I could have found her there,
kneeling by a limpid rock pool
holding her long black hair
back with one hand,

What would a super Model say?
When told she's in the family way
Patiently the doctor takes his time
And then she says, “Is it mine”?

FOUR YEARS TIME

They said we’d never make the trip
Along came Sven to steer the ship
Injury time deep we win a free kick
Golden balls scores with the final kick

Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
May a moody baby doom a yam?
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
No trace; not one carton
Dammit, I'm mad!
Dairy myriad
Must sell at tallest sum

Unless you're playing, life's not a game...

Beginning - we would swap
Our Graham stories - hers
Would be slightly more
Glam, by nature of her
Rock and roll lifestyle.

We wouldn't eat but smoke
Native Americans and swig

Morning: interview.
Afternoon: seering regret.
In between: feta wrap.
Evening: watching friends climb scaffold
Smashing wine against the wall.

Heather likes Mr T
And old black men
In general. She says
Don't they make you sad?

I used to work in
A shop and every day
Cat food - that's all
He'd buy. Made me

you see no one elses faults like you see mine,

i wonder why it is.why it can not be the way it was.

and yet,i already know the answer.but maybe cannot stomach the truth.

Wicked Uncles

I need a portfolio of wicked uncles
to draw on in lean times
a dividend of a decent lunch
and an indecent flirt
with the footsie
smoked salmon
and a glass of Bolly

“Baby”

The world is split and lovely
when I imagine it glittering outside
while your chest rises and falls
under my arm
rising and falling.

She was nature’s child
The most special one
Her smile as warm

Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
A Toyota! Race fast... safe car... a Toyota
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Ah, Satan sees Natasha

Lisa Bonet ate no basil.

Early on a September morning
Both towers struck without a warning
Heat and smoke and twisted steel
This New York City scene surreal
A familiar skyline forever changed