for nights of debauchery in spring fever i was o'ertaken by lust wanting nothing more than the momentary fix screaming out my soul in the electronic night,

Have you ever thought of what fear really feels like? Have you ever thought of what pain hurts the most?

Deep into the worst recession in British history, it has been decided that the MPs’ lift in the Houses of Parliament is in desperate need of an operative, a button-pusher, someone to steady the ship

When I go out with Daddy at the weekend, it’s almost always great fun.

Discarding the named books upon the desk I stare out at the littered figures on the field Then slumping down upon the swivel chair I spin And squint straight at the ghosting on the board

Passionate stars burning at millions of degrees, wild barbaric planets with woodlands and seas Lonely moons in steady orbit around Jupiterian goals, asteroid fields of memory

It's darker now yet your smile continues to glow Shining heroicly for me, to guide the way We're nearly at our destination, so our feet begin to slow. I'm caught out and stunned, distraught

The words fall like Irish cats and dogs book after book, for fun and for study book after book a literary monsoon And when it stops, Apollo: god of wisdom and poetry