The Future

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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

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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