My Diary: Crown Of Thorns

I raised myself out of bed with several jet engines attached to arms and legs.‭ ‬I found a map of town on the top of my head and followed it.‭ ‬I had the briefest of times as captain on the bridge of the Queen Boadicca and then sailed serenely into a peopled evening.‭ ‬At the end of the day‭ (‬and the year‭!) ‬I had to be peeled of a laughing wall.

Crown Of Thorns

Crown Of Thorns

My Diary: A Dead Flower Studies A Seed Packet

I went visiting in the morning,‭ ‬earlier than usual and accompanied by my friend the owl king.‭ ‬After staying in the warm for a few hours I returned to the cold Anglo-Saxon camp where the hunting weapons were being polished.‭ ‬I ascended like an archangel in the dark afternoon and then floated down like a feather into my nightly wine cup.

A Dead Flower Studies A Seed Packet

A Dead Flower Studies A Seed Packet

My Diary: It’s All Down Hill After 30

I started the day by raising my arm like the dead warrior in Guernica.‭ ‬I then dressed myself in chocolate wrappers and squeezed between chinks in the wall.‭ ‬I tried to get back into my studio‭ (‬which had been vacationing in the South of France‭) ‬but the clock didn’t like it.‭ ‬At the end of the day my dinner was delivered by Viking longboat.

It's All Down Hill After 30

It’s All Down Hill After 30

My Diary: Man In The Rain

Another day away from home‭ ‬-‭ ‬we had to trek across the plastic land where plastic people lay with arms outstretched in a perpetual embrace‭ ‬-‭ ‬we then played with the baby and ate miscellaneous parts from a model kit.‭ ‬I dreamed of raising the dead while television screens duelled at a multitude of false dawns.‭ ‬I was worried by the amount of weight Poppy has gained.

Man In The Rain

Man In The Rain

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: 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