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: The Green Pylon

The blue touch paper burnt slowly and it was late in the morning before I unrolled the hose and pushed myself down it.‭ ‬The Christmas zombies walked slowly as I slid past wearing a pseudo snake skin.‭ ‬I managed to dance on a tambourine for the briefest period before having to sellotape my life story to the front of my vest and rolling down the hill to the glass lake of work.‭ ‬I had a message from my doctor.

The Green Pylon

The Green Pylon

My Diary: Face In A Landscape

An in and out day like the tale of the person who lives in a matchbox.‭ ‬I pulled a parachute from under my hat and pretended to make a bad landing.‭ ‬I juggled thin air and then went home with a colony of meerkats in my trousers‭ ‬-‭ ‬after going down the pit in a hot air balloon I went out and in again with my propellor spinning fast.

Face In A Landscape

Face In A Landscape

My Diary: Tears On The Horizon

I woke with a start and found a couple of dozen prehistoric animals laying on the bed.‭ ‬I consequently jumped out with a pair of tights over my head‭ (‬there was a blue garter above my eyes like a Jimi Hendrix bandana‭)‬.‭ ‬After a brief discussion about a tin shack in the middle of France I cast myself adrift in a wine bottle and bobbled along in a synchronous water ballet with a number of intoxicated dolphins.

Tears On The Horizon

Tears On The Horizon

My Diary: I Am A Dreamer

Today disappeared like a lavatory flush‭; ‬someone pulled on a cord and all the bells rung.‭ ‬In time to the music I danced in the mud with small sheets of paper stuck to me‭ ‬-‭ ‬my wife meanwhile burrowed into the flesh of a huge sea serpent that sailed by with the whole of the Trojan war enacted on the broad expanse of its kaleidoscopic back.

I Am A Dreamer

I Am A Dreamer

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: What Is Left When We Are Gone

I met my sister as she drifted by among the Portuguese man o‭’ ‬war.‭ ‬We had a hot lunch among the cold caverns I had already pulled my eyelids across.‭ ‬When I looked up there were sundry faces from the Dark Ages looking down.‭ ‬When I looked down I saw that my napkin had polymerised a host of tiny versions of myself.

What Is Left When We Are Gone

What Is Left When We Are Gone

My Diary: Simple Self Portrait

The day opened its mouth and I shot out astride a torpedo‭; ‬my target had a multitude of tiny feet and managed to escape.‭ ‬I chased the invisible sirens with a paintbrush and then draped myself on ancient masonry; later walking among the fallen and sprouting trees in search of an entrance.‭ ‬After the silent prayers I placed a lampshade on my head and illuminated the hallway.

Simple Self Portrait

Simple Self Portrait

My Diary: About Change

There were slightly less obstacles sat on the pancake of my Andover avatar existence than yesterday.‭ ‬I pulled an unknown device out of the mixture and licked life into it.‭ ‬I then sunk into a boat I use as a bed.‭ ‬I saw shooting stars through my periscope.‭ ‬Eileen rang.

About Change

About Change

My Diary: Friends And Anti-Friends

My wife and I walked the anteater tongue to the pile of medieval books where we like to eat.‭ ‬While we were sat pulling apart the wreckage of downed Second World War aeroplanes a parade of soldiers waltzed by.‭ ‬I sat at the controls of an intergalactic freighter while June pulled the cords of our family parachute.

Friends

Friends

 

Anti-Friends

Anti-Friends