I write in form and free verse. I write about: the landscape around Goole in East Yorkshire, music, childhood, houses, the news, ideas.
Had I been into boys, you’d have been proud,
No pouring of contempt, or scorn,
My fantasies of being spanked,
And the Sadomasochistic porn
With, to, about which I have wanked,
Would not have cast a cloud.
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