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: 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: Blue Figure Study

It was the last day at work for Megan the young bullock who dreamed of being a head waiter in a five star restaurant.‭ ‬We embraced as the lights went out and a canal boat full of refugees from the future pushed its way through the concrete floor we had prepared for a returning Second World War bomber‭ ‬-‭ ‬it had four and a half engines.

Blue Figure Study

Blue Figure Study

My Diary: The Angel

My cold got worse as I walked to the high land‭ (with‬ the great expanse of smiling sky‭) ‬with a portion of English hedgerow balanced on my head.‭ ‬Later,‭ ‬I raced in my snail yacht following a spittle of cloud and attempting to speak my name as many times a second as possible.‭ ‬When I got home I shortened my Christian name to gate‭ ‬-‭ ‬which I slowly opened.

The Angel

The Angel

My Diary: Happiness

I took my weekly trip on the paper boy boat just as the dawn coughed and turned over‭ (‬she disregarded the sound of the hunting horn in the troubadour distance‭)‬.‭ ‬I came back in arrow time holding onto paper chains and bags within bags within bags.‭ ‬I walked in the skittle and ball space as the baby girl fed the ducks and my wife told me that the fire in the hidden box had gone out.

Happiness

Happiness

My Diary: Girl With Jumbled Features

I pulled a picture of myself off the wall and challenged it to a duel‭ (‬knowing I would lose‭!)‬.‭ ‬I eventually replaced the picture with a landscape which I walked into to pick some flowers.‭ ‬The flowers were put in a vase on top of a young girl’s head‭ ‬-‭ ‬I pulled out my cross bow but,‭ ‬not reading the script,‭ ‬accidentally shot myself in the foot.‭ ‬I hopped home.

Girl With Jumbled Features

Girl With Jumbled Features

My Diary: Strip Of Grass With A Man Standing On It

I sailed alone in my match stick boat under the scratch marked sky.‭ ‬I parked it in a tree and slipped on a coat of apples and bananas for comfort.‭ ‬I drunk tea with the kindly old sea god before swimming up the waterfall.‭ ‬The waterfall became an anaconda‭ ‬and I became a stick thrown by a hirsute member of a race of giants who ruled the Earth before the rabbit kings.

Strip Of Grass With A Man Standing On It

Strip Of Grass With A Man Standing On It