Day 183 - Speck

Day 182 - Notebook Poem 1 - Radio

i found the last radio

out among the forgotten things;

it’s insides empty

but the smooth mahogany body intact.

i carried it home

and kept it beside my bed,

each night pressing my ear

to it’s cool cavity to hear

the sound of pines trees

blowing back and forth

or the sloshing of black waves

pulling me to sleep

some nights it would howl

like storm winds

through a damp cave,

other nights i’d wake

to the clatter of it across the floor

and swear i’d see some shape,

light as a fox,

slip from it’s shell

into the shadows of the room.

Day 181 - Blue Room Blue Shapes

Day 180 - Expecting Rain

Day 179 - Rolling Bones

Day 178 - Chair

Day 177 - Three

Day 176 - Wait

Day 175 - Coast

Day 174 - Gull

Day 173 - Cove

Day 172 - Boat

Day 171 - Leonard

Day 170 - The Buildings

Day 169 - Pieces

Day 168 - Cities of the World

Day 167 - Go Ahead

Day 166 - Bin

Day 165 - I Love You

Day 164 - Beard

Day 163 - Chair

Day 162 - On Beach

Day 161 - Colour Pirates

Day 160 - 24 Hour News

Day 159 - Brown Bear

Day 158 - Boat

Day 157 - When You Go Away

when you go away

for the weekend

I stop eating regular meals

and survive on water biscuits

with melted cheese or

chips with sliced hot dogs

or chilli form a can,

or toast with grilled cheese

and white bread,

followed by black coffee and beer,

and chocolate so cheap

it's not allowed to be labelled chocolate.

I do my best to starve the body

of it’s natural oils

till it winds down

and stops working

when you’re not here

my intestines become a graveyard

a rotten cement mixer,

where nothing moves.

the house lies still;

the flowers choke on the sill,

the curtains stay closed,

the cat won't move from his chair.

yes, when you’re not here,

even for a day,

life comes to a screeching halt.

Day 156 - Blue Shirt

Day 155 - Philippa

Day 154 - A Few Lines

if you want discipline

go down the hall

this is not loneliness

I am not here

to help you towards inner peace

I’m working hard

to break my inner lunacy

this is all this is

nobody here is in love

we are all broken in some manner

we’re all attempting to use our madness

to work our way out of this mess,

we have nothing left

but our obsession,

as sweet and pure as that is.

Day 153 - The Office Today