New Poems
Epitaph for Luther Brown While teaching in the United States I came to know a brilliant footballer, who was subsequently killed in an air crash. His name was not Luther Brown,......
Dirty Story
The laughter at the bar rumbles rich, Masculine as steak. More drink is served . Tankards clang and tumblers ring; Dull memories are cuffed and searched, Together heads are......
Epitaph For A Film Star
Passing the hoarding where she was display From which destructive nails had peeled Long ragged strips of irregular depth, (Breast and buttock in the gutter fade), One glimpsed,......
Rehearsal
Dancing, they make sound out of speed, Hold down rhythm under each gym shoe And bring up music to suit their need. Not as we do, patiently awaiting the HO Moment to make the......
Politics
I have what I think are intolerable dreams, Belonging perhaps to another psyche —My operator green or bored, a Nike Demoted to the exchange. In teams Irresistible arguments......
Peeping Tom
He was as loyal as them all—and more; But what especially stirred his righteous nature Was that her husband used her in this way —Teased like a child, insulted like a whore— To......
Speckled And Smelly
Old books, brown and smelling nicely, That you got for sixpence or so In those hard-up schooldays, or as Student on a paperback bursary- 1890ish, ripe when you were born. An......
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