A GONDOLIER, A STARLIT NIGHT Conjure me a social leperConjure me an ice cold beerConjure me a starlit nightAnd perhaps a romantic gondolier Venice, it was VeniceWhere my sanity was lostFell in love with an actressWith a heart as cold as frost Blanche the name she went bySo sweet when I had moneySo cruel when … More A GONDOLIER; A STARLIT NIGHT
A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS You always walked the high wire, without a safety netyou were both brave and foolish, yet now I’m cursed never to forgetthat day you turned on a sixpence, that awful day you let me straythen stole a pistol from your father’s study and blew your brains away The day they … More A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS
From London a gent of consummate mannersFrom Paris an homme of great charmFrom Berlin a männlich so determinedAnd a New Yorker set out to disarm It was from this fashion house of loversSvetlana felt she needed to chooseJust the one who she saw as her soul mateBe the one she did not want to lose … More A FASHION HOUSE OF LOVERS
“How queer? The wretched undertaker told me you were in a bamboo coffin When in reality you are alive and well living inside my head If it suits you, you are welcome to stay put here awhile I’ll tell you what, I’ll go imagine, for us, a spicy fourposter bed Also, I recall you always … More THE ROOM BEHIND MY EYES
WITHOUT THE PALISADE OF TIME before him a photograph two genial faces lovers no doubt a holiday snap? backdrop Rouen? Cathedral Notre-Dame? has he seen it in a brochure? must go there one day pointedly she says that that is ‘us’ ‘us’ when we had no secrets love struck ‘us’ still love struck ‘us’ her … More WITHOUT THE PALISADE OF TIME
when crimson satin meets medallion augmented uniform without exchange of hard cash then you know a war is won an armistice set in stone a time for revelry wanton the survivors such is the hyper sexuality of victors coming home and those who greet disinterred heroes another time; another place before the war perhaps? crepuscular … More DECREPIT DIARIES
I met an absolutely gorgeous swoony sort of chap just the other day at the garden centre where I was busy fondling a sapling whilst at the same time shedding a tear for a wilting bonsai. With so many people about I had, of course, kept my kit on. Anyway the chap I met worked … More THE SAD DEMISE OF JESSICA DOWNLOW – THE TREE HUGGING SUICIDAL POET
she is blithe in Fantasia now not a care in the world be it of forged legend or of unfeigned history the word of the vanquished is legitimate evidence of a reflection of what once was essential the open door heralding impossible freedom turning the door handle she found it locked foul words and a … More TO THE TUNE OF THE GUARDS WHISTLE
Cairo between the two world wars hustle and bustle and open doors The old walled city of a thousand minarets about the great Citadel of so very few regrets Sublime Islamic creations upon which greedy eyes must feast tobacco burning in a sheesha the naïve one will get fleeced Pickpockets and charlatans the thrill of … More THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE EMPIRE
How strong the woman, how frail the man He chanced upon her dressing She had got so far as tights and knicker elastic allowed Naught else As is her way A private conference With the unborn babe in her belly Telling him to Get his act together And show up or fuck off She turns … More HOW STRONG THE WOMAN
