GrimsbyIn need of something special, true, To write sagacious lines in black, I steal a pen from Albert Gate’s To start my plan of grim attack....
Life’s long lonely wakeIn climbing to the social peak They cauterized my childhood wound, I learned to smile instead of speak, To treat my life as living wake,...
SpringsCoda Springs are full of bulbs and buds, Absorb the winter shock, Sit calmly in the pen I hold And instigate the clock. Keep watch, for...
Don Valley, winter, rainAir, a brute necessity, weighs down On formal cityscape: this gaseous Accretion looming, leering, like a frown. They traverse grey...
In my headVery few people like my jokes, but being somewhat perverse in nature I keep telling them. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I led staff...
Cycling part 2Cycling had its part to play my downfall. Einstein thought up the theory of relativity whilst riding his bike. I plotted to rebel, to...
The Chair part 2Once, during an English lesson on the motivations for Macbeth's murderous spree (emphasising, incidently, just how much blood is spilt) a...
Behaviour is a languageI once taught a boy who sat in a cupboard. I didn't put him there. He got in and closed the door behind him with his smallest digit and...
CyclingMany pleasurable acts entail short bursts of ecstacy followed by guilt, self-flagellation, or attempts to mitigate. Eating a whole...
DiversionMany factors accumulate to help the unwary depressive climb from the dark, deep ocean. Concerned and loving family members are useful,...
