My Diary: Man With A Parrot On His Shoulder

I woke up walking and I was half way along the plank before I took the budgie coat off the hanger and put it on.‭ ‬June and I went to short hair mountains where I worked in a cave.‭ ‬The afternoon was a grey wig and I surrounded myself with small pieces of paper with pencil marks on them.‭ ‬The rain later filled my bowler hat.

Man With A Parrot On His Shoulder

Man With A Parrot On His Shoulder

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My Diary: Touching

It was my usual boat trip across the desert in the morning.‭ ‬I embraced joviality in the Giant’s sitting room and unpacked an imaginary bag.‭ ‬The journey home was shot from a bow and I arrived home to see the apple split in two.‭ ‬I ate a slow pie in the non urgent afternoon and went out this time as two people.

Touching

Touching

My Diary: Enclosed Form

Poppy and I went for a long walk‭ (‬this after going up a ladder and coming down a snake‭) ‬to the younger person lakes‭ ‬-‭ ‬the first time since an older age set in.‭ ‬The dog wore sandals and I was dressed as a Spartan soldier.‭ ‬All cars travelling to Artists Way had big grins attached to their bumpers.‭ ‬I went out alone in the evening.

Enclosed Form

Enclosed Form

My Diary: Landscape Changes

I was shot into the air by a giant spring at point zero of the flash light morning.‭ ‬I sanded down the scratch marks on the wall and walked the dog to place where the start is also the finish.‭ ‬After discussing the calls heard in the night with a vociferous Toby jug I came home and tied myself into a knot.‭ ‬There were no scouts around as the lift descend into the pit at the end of the day.

Landscape Changes

Landscape Changes

My Diary: The Ancient Way Of Life

When the telephone rang I woke and found myself spread out on a giant hand.‭ ‬I shook it and watched the news on a wedding ring television.‭ ‬By noon all the ladders had descended from their roosting place in the ceiling.‭ ‬I had already walked the dog to a crater on the moon and back.‭ ‬We were not allowed to feed the ducks.

The Ancient Way Of Life

The Ancient Way Of Life

My Diary: Touching Gods

It was another scissor dawn as my wife turned into the vapour from a crocodile’s nostril.‭ ‬I laid sellotape across the garden while the sky jellyfish floated over head.‭ ‬Most of the documents were filed in the heart of cabbages as I paved my own path to the bottle bank where hobby horse people pretend to give blood.‭ ‬The evening was contained in a recyclable can of silence.

Touching Gods

Touching Gods

My Diary: The Procession

Today was a strange day and I never found out what to call it.‭ ‬I called the evening Emily‭ (‬it called me Christopher Robin‭) ‬and diligently sorted out all the sparkles on the surface of the sparkle machine.‭ ‬I pulled a rope home,‭ ‬remembering all the people who were never in when I called.‭ ‬Once inside,‭ ‬I swam in a glass of red wine which had been stirred with a tuning fork.‭ ‬I settled down to sleep in middle C.

The Procession

The Procession