I wake in a homestay on a hillside in Dharamshala the sound of the rain pattering out a rhythm on the rusty tin roof above my eyes focus on the little window, curtains half drawn allow a column of light to break through with the dawn  drops of water collect in rivulets and flow … More Akogare*

The Old Lady

August rain drops tumble onto London pavements. Listen hard and you can hear a million umbrellas unfurl out of tube station exits, under anthracite skies office workers trudge to joyless towers lit by flickering computer screens I sit outside a cafe at Notting Hill Gate, genteel Notting Hill sheltering from the rain An old lady rough sleeper shuffles by … More The Old Lady

Rambling Rhymes

Naked  I like you naked next to me Even though i’m fifty three I like your lips, I like your hair But Best of all I like you bare. Adam Thats it I’m finished with sinning It was a mistake from beginning That bite of the apple did for me I’m out of the garden … More Rambling Rhymes

Alphabet Man

​A for the apes we’ve been over time B for for the brains misplaced down the line C for the crazy ideas in our heads D for the dicks we think with instead E for eccentric, sounds better than mad F is the fear of becoming your Dad. G  for gold, I’ve blown all mine … More Alphabet Man

F*ck you poetically.

  “Fuck You Poem #45 Fuck you in slang and conventional English. Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes. Fuck you hungry and sated; faded, pock marked, and defaced. Fuck you with orange rind, fennel and anchovy paste. Fuck you with rosemary and thyme, and fried green olives on the side. Fuck you humidly and … More F*ck you poetically.