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Day 500 - Final

Day 499 - Bird

Day 498 - Set

Day 497 - Colours

Day 496 - Telephone Poem 3 - Go Ahead

Day 495 - Telephone Poem 2

Day 494 - Observing One Who Prays

http://www.drunkmonkeys.onimpression.com/observing-one-who-prays/

Day 493 - Telephone Poem 1 - Prize

Day 492 - Clarity v 2

There will be moments of clarity,

Where the comedy of the trap 

Appears more acute than normal. 

You might be sat at a desk 

Or in a meeting room 

Surrounded by men with a seriousness 

So neatly pinned to their faces 

That their every movement seems absurd. 

In such circumstances 

You might be compelled 

To turn to the nearest and ask 

Do you like jazz? 

Or how do you know if you've ever truly been in love? 

In all circumstances 

This must be resisted;

There remains certain arenas 

Where the smallest act of humanity

Will be seen as treason.

Day 491 - Tea

Day 490 - Go Ahead v 2

Go ahead and enter his life,

Enter the shadow of his life

I will not quiver

I will not care a less

I’m busy detaching myself

From everything I’ve ever known

It’s really not so hard once you begin

You’ll realise there is nothing

You cannot say goodbye to

You will become a master of letting go

Like a beggar or saint

You will strip your life of all matter

Like a sailor discarding the land

You will lean upon the bows

Of your new life,

Watching all you’ve ever known

Shrink before you.

Day 489 - How To Marry the Darkness pt 7

I was in concealment watching the steps of the deserted cinema waiting for you know who to appear. The winds were charging up and down the street making soup of everything. You couldn’t keep a single thought in your head. The wind was so strong it kept knocking the hat from my head and causing it to roll into the street. I had no choice but to leave my concealment to retrieve it then place it back on my head and return to my position. Still the same thing kept happening each time blowing my hat further away. This must have occured nearly forty eight times until it blew right the way up the steps of the cinema, through the foyer, down through the lobby and into the screening room. By the time I’d picked it up and sat down the main feature was starting to begin.

Day 488 - Scrap Midnight Poem 2

It's dark beneath the eyelids

Shadow pass, faces without features

The birds hang light bats from branches.

The outstretched arms of the trees

Cross like a forest of raised spears.

How long till words find form?

A year on from the disaster

I am still waiting for them to mobilise

Into some useful function

Thy sit about me like the discards of a defeated army

Unable to wipe the smirk away from silence.

Day 487 - Scrap Midnight Poem 1

It is easy to be as you are

God knows I do it everyday

We are reigned by instincts to behave

In manner that make sense to us

We travel the middle route

Back and forth endeavouring to avoid hurt and tiredness.

Still things become fastened to you,

You are like the ship on the sea,

You are restrained by degrees

Your hull becomes overwhelmed with decay

It seeks to saturate you

And draw you into the depths

It is green and dark down there

No sounds can be heard

But you know above the surface

The wind still blows and

The horizon is cold clear and cool.

Day 486 - How To Marry the Darkness pt. 6

I stepped into the darkness.  The room was as dry as a tomb. A fan was oscillating slowly bringing with it the smell of fresh lilies. The scent of them was enough to seed an involuntary memories of childhood; I saw my grandmother sowing by the bay window and my brother in short pants. I saw my dog, Arrow, chasing a red ball down through a field of corn and the noise of birds whistling through the trees. I was overcome by an irreconcilable desire to return to a forgotten time.

I staggered outside. It was still midday. Part of me knew it would always be midday; now and for many years to come.

Day 485 - Centre

Day 484 - Rain

Day 483 - Blossom 3

Day 482 - Sunflowers

Day 481 - Afternoon Conversation #2

http://youtu.be/syeiA2ctAaw

Day 480 - Wire

Day 478 - Blue Coffee

Day 477 - Coffee Shop 1

Day 476 - Fruit

Day 475 - Market

Day 474 - Paint

Day 474 - Tuesday

Day 473 - How to Marry the Darkness pt. 5

I was confused at what I was doing. I was a concubine to my spirits. The fix was in no doubt. Soon I'd be dead. But not quite soon enough. I needed distraction.

I stood at the bookshelf-Hemingway, Jack London, Proust, Sax Rohmer, John Dos Passos, Robert Louis Stevenson, Max Schliemann, Time Squared and "The 48 Laws of Power," "The Yellow Claw", Sax Rohmer. In the corner of the room was a route iron stove. I took all the books from the shelf and one by one began to put them in.

 

Day 472 - Objects 3

Day 471 -Cup

Day 470 - Objects 2

Day 469 - Objects

Day 468 - From the Balcony 1

Early morning a dog appears.

He seems to have some clear goal in mind,

Trotting merrily through the town square,

His tail swinging behind him.

He bobs along a low terrace wall, 

Stepping in and out of the shade 

Of the neatly lined trees 

Besides the cafe fronts and hotel terrace

Where a waiter is wiping tables 

And preparing for the morning coffee drinkers.

While the dog presses towards his silent goal

As the sun slants up and pauses momentarily 

With an old man and school children 

For a changing traffic light 

Before continuing out of view; 

Towards the beach, towards the road

Towards the mountain, where the sun climbs.

Day 467 - Talking With Ghosts

You’ve been practising fortune telling,

I can see it when you peer

Into the dark glass of the mirror

You’re remembering your great skill for augury.

Each morning you go out to observe the sky

Looking for circling crows.

Each night you watch the dead space above the bed,

Conjuring blackness into form.

Awaiting a voice that won’t come,

Teasing each hush into a whisper,

Searching for the slightest sign that will deliver death of it’s finality

And exorcise it’s bad math.

How neatly it played you,

Snapped your reason

Left you whirring to it’s irreconcilable logic.

Like a thunderstorm in the early evening

It left you reaching for candles,

Conjuring shadows on a living room wall,

Communicating with ghosts of your own creation,

That for all you eagerness

Still won’t say what you need them to.

Day 466 - How to Marry the Darkness pt. 4

This was the game that was played. There were things, obstacles, the everyday world. The one you could see with your eyes. Soon enough I could see myself moving, putting on my jacket, turning the handle and stepping out into the streets. I could see myself in the dusty mirrors of passing cars. I could see myself buying a ticket and waiting patiently to board a train. I could see the buildings skuttle by; rising and falling with each turn and bump. I could feel myself moving without control, each gesture a moment ahead of the reasoning to act. 

I could see myself disembark. I could see myself walking again. I was possesed moving without control. I was given over to the temporal world without hope, without fear. A ghost stepping between this world and the next. 

Day 465 - Remember

Day 464 - Flowers

Day 463 - One

Day 462 - Coffee

Day 461 - How To Marry The Darkness pt. 3

Things fell apart just as quickly as they formed. The afternoon was filled with hot air. It was tropical, eerie and dark. A puzzling weight hung over proceedings. All afternoon and evening I’d walked with a feeling somebody was following me but when I looked around nobody was there.

Day 460 - How To Marry The Darkness pt. 2

It was a slow afternoon. Most of it spent talking with ghosts. Music was playing. I was grinning with a hatred so hard you could have snapped it in two. Outside the sky had lowered a mile and rain fell in large warm drops, big and luscious, a single one could have slaked a family of mice for week. More importantly my ears were blocked. I boiled coffee and bent my head over the steam to loosen things up but nothing moved. 
Every minute I found myself looking up at the office door expecting it to swing back and welcome the shadow of something new and sinister. Nothing did. 
I considered how some don’t like surprises, they need a manual for getting out of bed in the morning. I was only happy with the unknown at the door, the bits of my life falling about me. 
 I fanned myself with my Rolodex and listened to a thunder wander back and fourth. Outside the billboards lit up in the gloom.
I lay down on my cot and slept till early evening. The image of a blond with a snakes body floated towards me in the darkness like a drowned corpse in a midnight pool. I woke with rain splattering my face. The window was wide on it’s hinges. A hot wind was swirling about the room rich with the scent of the wet street. I breathed a mouthful, fastened the window and lay down again listening to the cars roll by in the rain. I lay there one eye fastened to the dark obelisk of the door, nausea rife in my stomach, a big wide grin on my face.

Day 459 - More Coffee

Day 458 - Pastel

Day 457 - How To Marry The Darkness pt 1

I walked along by the docks. The moon sat fat behind a gauze of purple mist. The streets were quiet and cool. A breeze blew along Doberon Boulevard bringing with it the faint smell of kelp. Beside the pier a line of row boats was idling gently in the dark. In the distance a green light blinked. I stood awhile watching it. There were many places to feel alone and I considered soon enough I'd know them all.

Day 456 - Shades

Day 455 - Table

Day 454 - Market

Day 453 - Room 3

Day 452 - Room 2

Day 451 - Hotel Phone

Day 450 - Future Bar

Day 449 - Moon

Day 448 - Brief

All these faces of the crowd...

'All these faces of the crowd

Fallen leaves, spectacles,

And my two more busying eyes

Heavy trained on the streets

Sat by the window

Concerned on my youth, gone forever!'

All Was Made To Be Loved  (Despite What You Think)

'Others have saint and gods

and precious dangling things,

they kiss and hang upon bed posts

to keep them from loneliness.

I bury my secrets of you under the bed

with the lost hair clips and bracelets

I never told you I found.'

 Five Million People...

 

'Five million people

 Propelled by beliefs

That can't all be right.'

Of Mules And Men

'I stepped hard amongst

The men who came

Crawling back with nothing except you

on their mouths,

My foot upon their face

A hand upon my heart 

The other upon my knees,

Squeezing out life

Which is nothing-

And remains nothing..'

Day 447 - TV

Day 446 - Easter

Day 445 - Leonard 2

Day 444 - Leonard 1

Day 443 - Coffee

Day 442 - Honey 2

Day 441 - Bay Laurel - Spring 2014

http://www.baylaurelonline.com/2014/04/van-gogh-in-auvers-sur-oise-by-tom.html

Van Gogh In Auvers-sur-Oise

The silhouetted figure
Moved towards them,
God like, the sower
Stepping from the sun.

His queer frame
Stranger than usual,
A knotted posture
As if twisted from wheat.

His hands buried deep
In his working jacket,
Where the breast
Clotted with blood.

His expression stayed curious,
One ear still to the wind,
Like a dog ready for flight,
A walking open wound.

Day 440 - Wall

Day 439 - Honey

Day 438 - Shelf

Day 437 - Room

Day 436 - Frere

Day 435 - Leonard

Day 434 - From The Bed 2

Day 433 - Bear 2

Day 432 - From The Bed

Day 431 - Dots