My Diary: The Point

I was out as early as possible from the hover house overlooking the boat yard‭ ‬-‭ ‬this is where the seventeen children I once was grew fruit and then secretly ate them.‭ ‬I went out in desert clothes and was surprised when I came back with bits of the tropical rain forest attached to my overalls.‭ ‬With these same clothes I went to the factory in search of a chimney to smoke.

The Point

The Point

My Diary: Secret Self Portrait

It was a bitterly cold day and there was a whole queue of us space refugees walking along the knife blade edge.‭ ‬Smoke emanated from the top hat I was wearing and the fairies wished themselves into existence before annihilating each other with bursts of negative energy.‭ ‬I paced around the cold space as memories of fifteen previous lives sorted themselves according to density.

Secret Self Portrait

Secret Self Portrait

My Diary: The Monster’s Inspiration

When I poked my head through the autumn lit kaleidoscopic membrane I saw the day coiled like a moth’s tongue.‭ ‬As it unwound I danced a slow dance in the vault where cold hands are kept in wine bottles.‭ ‬I stayed for extra time and saw the ball kicked into the back of the silent night net while my colleague threw himself from an aeroplane pinned to the ceiling.

The Monster's Inspiration

The Monster’s Inspiration

My Diary: An Accumulation Of Lies

A tree was felled in the living room as I pogosticked down the gilded stairs.‭ ‬I took the jeep out for a walk as the dog drove the general to his next ladies tea party.‭ ‬I only had time to recite a few verses of the clockwork bible before going down the road on battery power.‭ ‬The evening billowed like the wings of a rock group.‭ ‬I stuffed a classical sonata down my jumper.

An Accumulation Of Lies

An Accumulation Of Lies

My Diary: How To Tell Lies

Out climbing the filaments of temporal feathers in the morning.‭ ‬I rowed back,‭ ‬put my arms into as many glove puppets as I could and then dashed out again.‭ ‬After exchanging hoolahoops I came home and saw my coffin telephone on my dinner plate.‭ ‬I spit out several messages.

How To Tell Lies

How To Tell Lies

My Diary: The Argument

When I was unpegged from the clothes line I walked with the baby to the amoeba lakes‭ ‬-‭ ‬I was surprised to see the house of toffees and brown cardigans derelict and roofless.‭ ‬I missed my connection and was later found sleeping on a pool table.‭ ‬I had two pages of dry cider and then walked home.

The Argument

The Argument

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