Unlike many of my peers (and former bandmates), I never particularly wanted to be in pictures.
Never even really wanted to be a musician (they're notoriously self-indulgent, unreliable and...wait a minute, I'm starting
to see the logic after all...hmmm).
No, all I really ever wanted was to leave behind a few slim volumes of poems, in the classic tradition. I mean, hell,
I figured if W.B. Yeats did his best work after age 65, I could be a late bloomer, too. Well, anyway.
So here, in no particular order (as yet) are some efforts from the last decade or so. Gimme another twenty years or so,
and I may yet have something I can send to GRANTA without embarassment...(then again, maybe not)...