Somebody has drawn a penis On the roof of a beach hut In Westgate on Sea There are so many cunts In this world of
Each morning just as the sun rose I slipped out of my apartment And went for a swim off of the hippy beach which was
Yellow dog In the sea Requires affection The coastal path Has no beginning or end This was Gods creation I enjoy the white
My parents died in an air crash three years ago And in their will they left me our apartment Which is in the shitty part
I went to a Lou Doillon concert and as arranged met her afterwards with my partner Stephen Masefield in a pub near the harbour arm
The green sign points towards the freedom beach Which today is grey gold and quite bleak Trains no longer call at this harbour station Nor
The young sun hangs blush pink in the sky Nothing moves except the sea My day is already complete On the morning
Caron and I always sleep with the windows open so that we can breathe in the fresh sea air as we dream But I found
I cannot live with you as we might do negative things like break porcelain cups in letter halls and this without fail be the talk
Emily Dickinson and I shared a meal In the middle of her Amherst garden We discussed Water closets The spring petals in the wind And